The Notes.
It's been a long time since I've opened this old tome. Even now, nothing is the same. The attack on the Portal forced me to realize that I cannot live in the past forever. It has dawned on me, clear as day...
I am dying.
Immortality is nothing without a Soulsworn's company. Kaarasu has since been lost in the chaos of time, I fear he's fallen into a malfunctioned portal. I've been studying them in desperation to find him.... I have not succeeded. My heart grows weary, tired. My soul that lay rest in the locket around his neck is gone and I can feel it slipping further and further away. A void of which I cannot control.
I would be lying if I said I did not miss his company. I have not tasted such pain and loss since Zaera's death. Each day that passes, I've come to accept more and more that what fate has given me. He is gone. I am alone.
With the Dark Portal ruined and the time continuum of this world in peril, I can feel myself and the other Chaoti slipping from this realm. As time is altered, those of which were effected by certain events are dying out. I, too, and disappearing. The thought is depressing and I dare not whisper such things to those around me. Instead I will smile and watch over those I have come to guard.
That is what the Guardians of Chaoti do. after all. We speak of no pain, no torment. We only give our lives and skill to those that need us most until our last breath is taken away. That is something I must remind myself of, once more. For this, I have stepped up and taken training again. I will require the use of my scythe, for this war is one for our survival.
I may be dying, but I will not go down without a fight.
