04-03-2019, 05:38 AM
Hello again. That one isn't a sequel to the first piece of the history written above. If anything, it's more like another memory, also forgotten in the distant past.
I'm sorry for any spelling errors you may encounter.
The Lost Words
Lost.
Utterly and completely lost.
How many times did he walk down these plains, grasslands, forests, roads, mountains, deserts? Sometimes in joyful company, sometimes in awful company, sometimes only by himself - and his trustworthy sword, of course.
Oh, no, he wasn't lost because he didn't know why was he walking around. He did know very well his way around many, many places. However young he may still be, he already traveled the entire globe... And even places beyond it. Beyond the very fabric of reality.
No, his lostness wasn't about directions. Nor was it about the known or the unknown. The question that gnawed at his soul was about the meaning of the entirety of his journeys.
Why does he has to finish a quest if, in the end, he will just have to start another? Why must he raise his sword against his enemies - flesh and blood just like himself - only waiting for the next one to arrive?
He is tired. He already gave so much of himself to a cause he now doesn't even know if is possible to accomplish. For the sake of the artifact, he lost almost all the money he conquered. He lost his equipment. His physical strength. His honor. His health. His family. His friends. His sanity. Himself.
He can't even yell at someone. There is no one here besides himself, and even if there was a being crazy enough to visit, or return to this horrid place, he simply can't speak. His mouth and throat are both dry and sore. He doesn't remember the last time he drank water. Pure, crystal, real water.
Coming here was an error. He isn't in danger - not from the outside, at least. But the empty and dusty church doesn't offer even a solace for his anguish. Here, sitting on the bench by the altar to the gods of old, he bows his head, desperately searching for an answer, praying for a damn clue about the meaning of his confusing life.
And he doesn't know if they can give him the answer he yearns for.
He doesn't even know if there is an answer, to begin with.
Thank you for reading, and feel free to comment or post any positive criticism, if you wish!