It’s odd being here. It’s odd finding a new journal, a new life, and new people all around. The people you left are not the same. People are still missing…5 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I’m still trying to adjust to the changes that seemingly happened in an instant.
I remember being there on the field. I remember trying to heal the sick, running from tent to tent, tending the wounds I could. I remember looking for people I knew, and seeing only faces I didn’t recognize. I heard the roar of Bahamut. I saw his flames rain down on the people of Eorzea. And Twelve, I was scared.
I later heard about Louisoix and what he did. But that was much later.
It happened so suddenly, the flash of light. It made me dizzy, it made me shake. And all of a sudden, it was gone. The next few weeks were hazy. I remember stumbling around what looked to be the Twelveswood…but it was so different. I remember seeing others like me…dazed and lost. I found Endri, and together we tried to find the house he had built for him and Kass…but it was gone. Nothing but cinders. We went to find my family, the family that I left at a young age, the family I never reconciled with. They were gone as well. Nothing. I only hope that Lini escaped, somehow.
Mutual grief led to things I’m not proud of. In Endri’s arms I found comfort and solace. I hope that somehow I did the same for him. Part of our grievances were unfounded, as I now know. At least it is not uncomfortable now. He is still my friend, and what happened happened.
Following the Twelveswood, I traveled to Ul’Dah to seek word of my friends. The building we once owned had long been abandoned and bought by others. No one around could tell me the whereabouts of my belongings. I can only assume that they have been burned on the ash pile, like the homes of the people I once loved. I heard word that adventurers were gathering in Limsa, that some of the people I used to know were still there…and here is where I am now.
A city I used to loathe, now turned into the closest thing to home I have. Xenedra’s tavern, Soliloquy, still stands, and it is here that I spend most of my bells. The joys have been few and far between since our return…
It still sounds funny….return…when it doesn’t feel like I’ve been gone at all.
And yet, amongst the bittersweet reunions with my friends, there has been a sliver of light. Para…what can I say about him? He fills my thoughts. I don’t know what this will become, but it is something good, born from the ashes of the world’s demise. It’s rather poetic, don’t you think?
I suppose that is all I can say for now. Time goes on. The ticks seem like bells. The bells like suns….Soon it will be a new turn, and so on and so forth. I only hope to gather the broken shards of the family I seem to have lost, and try to rebuild what I worked so hard for. Perhaps one day it will return to the way it once was. Until then, I will savor my time, letting it pass over me like waves. The waves of the sea. The waves outside my window…
The bells toll and it is time for me to go. I will write more later.
I remember being there on the field. I remember trying to heal the sick, running from tent to tent, tending the wounds I could. I remember looking for people I knew, and seeing only faces I didn’t recognize. I heard the roar of Bahamut. I saw his flames rain down on the people of Eorzea. And Twelve, I was scared.
I later heard about Louisoix and what he did. But that was much later.
It happened so suddenly, the flash of light. It made me dizzy, it made me shake. And all of a sudden, it was gone. The next few weeks were hazy. I remember stumbling around what looked to be the Twelveswood…but it was so different. I remember seeing others like me…dazed and lost. I found Endri, and together we tried to find the house he had built for him and Kass…but it was gone. Nothing but cinders. We went to find my family, the family that I left at a young age, the family I never reconciled with. They were gone as well. Nothing. I only hope that Lini escaped, somehow.
Mutual grief led to things I’m not proud of. In Endri’s arms I found comfort and solace. I hope that somehow I did the same for him. Part of our grievances were unfounded, as I now know. At least it is not uncomfortable now. He is still my friend, and what happened happened.
Following the Twelveswood, I traveled to Ul’Dah to seek word of my friends. The building we once owned had long been abandoned and bought by others. No one around could tell me the whereabouts of my belongings. I can only assume that they have been burned on the ash pile, like the homes of the people I once loved. I heard word that adventurers were gathering in Limsa, that some of the people I used to know were still there…and here is where I am now.
A city I used to loathe, now turned into the closest thing to home I have. Xenedra’s tavern, Soliloquy, still stands, and it is here that I spend most of my bells. The joys have been few and far between since our return…
It still sounds funny….return…when it doesn’t feel like I’ve been gone at all.
And yet, amongst the bittersweet reunions with my friends, there has been a sliver of light. Para…what can I say about him? He fills my thoughts. I don’t know what this will become, but it is something good, born from the ashes of the world’s demise. It’s rather poetic, don’t you think?
I suppose that is all I can say for now. Time goes on. The ticks seem like bells. The bells like suns….Soon it will be a new turn, and so on and so forth. I only hope to gather the broken shards of the family I seem to have lost, and try to rebuild what I worked so hard for. Perhaps one day it will return to the way it once was. Until then, I will savor my time, letting it pass over me like waves. The waves of the sea. The waves outside my window…
The bells toll and it is time for me to go. I will write more later.
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