Day 110
It’s been a little over three months since I awoke in this world. Three months since I last saw home or your smiling face. it’s strange here, I’ve seen only one other like myself, a young male named Shadlie. And only a spattering of other races. I have yet to see an elf who didn’t come from elsewhere.
But their wild flowers are still like home. You’d like that. And their music has an unspoken freedom to it moving even the most tired of souls. On the surface their place seems idealistic, the people cared for, few people seem unhappy here. Yet there is an unspoken sadness you can see behind tired eyes.
I try not to focus on it. It makes my head throbs, the priest here say it’s just portal sickness but I’m not so sure anymore. A few months back a curious group of people stumbled into my small world. They knew me. Yet I have no memory of meeting them. A dwarf tried to describe how she knew me but I had to leave. Her words caused an ache, like my head was threatening to split in half.
There is no way I could have done what she accused me.
Right? If I did then I have been here far longer than I thought. How could I have lost entire chunks of time?
Sometimes my dreams bring images of home. Sometimes they bring comfort others I wake screaming as you die in my arms. Screaming as the world I knew explodes before me. Explodes because I failed them. Screaming as the sound of war drums pound between my ears. Those nights my infernal mixed with orc curses.
How can I even know that tongue?
What happened to me Amara?
Am I going crazy?
No. No the Order has been nothing but kind to me, they would have told me if something had happened.
Your Nightingale
Valdis