The mists. Kralk is gone and it’s finally starting to stabilize.
This place is still fascinating. So...contradictory and yet so connected. The real world, if I even should call it that, is getting better. People have hope, Aurene ascended. I didn’t imagine what she would become years ago. I still don’t fully believe what she is now. She has the power to truly change things. Change terrible things I’ve been apart of.
The mists echo events of the past. So somewhere out there is Trahearne. Somewhere out there is my echo. Trahearne, I miss you my friend. You understood best the burden I carry. Others just see The Commander. Not Priory Scholar, not Lieutenant, not even Aowyn. Just Commander.
I remember after defeating Zhiatan I pushed you to join the celebration. You were in Caer Aval, resting. I thought it was best for you to have fun and enjoy our accomplishment. But you know, that may be one of my great regrets. If I could go back, I’d just sit next to you. Sit in silence. Watch the tide lap against Fort Trinity. Those moments were too few.
This journey, this hell, its taken so much from me. Its no wonder I find the mists comforting. Here I’ve met so many great people. Flamboyant, interesting and dangerous, every one of them. But they don’t see the Commander like in Tyria. They don’t know what I’ve done. They just see me.
They just see me... Hm. I’m not even sure I know me. Killed the god who blessed my birth. God into a spat with my idol, the goddess of Truth. I’ve helped my queen and country, then helped my Marshal and saved Tyria. But that’s not me.
Those are just events. Like a leaf flowing downstream, I didn’t chose any of them. The current thrust problems on me time and time again. All I could do is stay above water.
Barely stay above water.
But now I have Aurene. No...the world has Aurene. She can protect them. She can help them. I need time to figure out who I really am. I know I’m just hiding. I know the world’s problems won’t go away while I rest and recharge in the mists.
