Post by Ryse on Dec 26, 2019 13:14:45 GMT -6
The first week wasn't that bad, I was able to talk to my brother sporadically throughout the day. However, that did not last for long, my power drained until there was nothing. I felt like I was still intact, but without power. It wasn't that I used it all, it felt like I didn't have it anymore. At first I used my time to study the land as best I could to confirm the time and place of our party, but as the days flew by I became stir crazy. No sleep, I felt no need for it, I was wide awake and not fatigued. I lost track of time after a month or so. Time just didn't matter anymore. As winter drew near I felt my sanity fade. When the trees all let loose their leaves my focus was drawn to this pine in the very center of Annam's hill it stood tall and proud. The tree reminds me of a funeral my family attended. A local leader was buried on top of a hill outside of town. This leader was the one who I sat with for hours on end just talking. He taught me everything he knew of religions and ethics. On his grave a pine was planted so that he could always look over the town no matter the season, his name was John. I decided that this tree looked like a John as well. So every morning I'd say "Good morning John."
The tree would always respond, "You do realize I am not real." John was such a jokester that way. We would have long conversations where he would try to convince me that I am not thinking straight. John would argue that somehow I was not hearing his voice, but my own. His voice would echo in my mind over and over. The weirdest part of John was that he knew my past so well, he knew every detail that I knew. It felt like I was talking with a long time childhood friend. But, time passed and as my mind faded John's would grow stronger. When I wasn't talking to him I felt different, almost like I was missing something. There was an empty space in my head and every time we conversed the space would be filled. I feel I will always need John for guidance.
My friends rescued me, but I feel my connection with John severed. I must get back to him.
Vulmir led us to a cave where she has been hiding. It is cozy and secure. The party is tired and ready for a fight, but I am not whole. In the morning I will ask for the neckles and get john. I am tired now and am ready for sleep.
In my dream I see john from the ground, he is huge. Of all the branches and quills there is one that stands out. A branch is glowing in this dream. On this small twig there are 6 offshoots that are filled with quills. It comes off the tree and floats down to my hand. It seems like a small tree with its main stem and six sprouts coming off. I hear “You have the will, let this be a symbol and show you the way.” After that I see that the six sprouts are all different and unique. On one it has 11 large quills and 24 small ones, another has 10 big and 27 small, another 11 big and 36 small, another 9 big and 22 small, another 14 big and 50 small, and the last has 9 big and 24 small. The voice again says “The branches of our minds reach far all with unique abilities, use this gift to hone your skills and focus your powers.” And after that I wake.
The tree would always respond, "You do realize I am not real." John was such a jokester that way. We would have long conversations where he would try to convince me that I am not thinking straight. John would argue that somehow I was not hearing his voice, but my own. His voice would echo in my mind over and over. The weirdest part of John was that he knew my past so well, he knew every detail that I knew. It felt like I was talking with a long time childhood friend. But, time passed and as my mind faded John's would grow stronger. When I wasn't talking to him I felt different, almost like I was missing something. There was an empty space in my head and every time we conversed the space would be filled. I feel I will always need John for guidance.
My friends rescued me, but I feel my connection with John severed. I must get back to him.
Vulmir led us to a cave where she has been hiding. It is cozy and secure. The party is tired and ready for a fight, but I am not whole. In the morning I will ask for the neckles and get john. I am tired now and am ready for sleep.
In my dream I see john from the ground, he is huge. Of all the branches and quills there is one that stands out. A branch is glowing in this dream. On this small twig there are 6 offshoots that are filled with quills. It comes off the tree and floats down to my hand. It seems like a small tree with its main stem and six sprouts coming off. I hear “You have the will, let this be a symbol and show you the way.” After that I see that the six sprouts are all different and unique. On one it has 11 large quills and 24 small ones, another has 10 big and 27 small, another 11 big and 36 small, another 9 big and 22 small, another 14 big and 50 small, and the last has 9 big and 24 small. The voice again says “The branches of our minds reach far all with unique abilities, use this gift to hone your skills and focus your powers.” And after that I wake.