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Grim's path



When I write in this little book, my mind usually is an uncontrollable storm, an chaotic sense of fear but also hope. Fun fact is that I didn't write too much about my thoughts, my opinions and maybe that is because I don't think is not that necessary... but this week is an exception.

The news that came to the Dawn were merciless. Deorgast was found dead, beaten and with cutting stabs through all his body. Fiontann was speechless; maybe he was his best friend... I remember him, a bit, but enough to feel sorry to him... Some days ago, Daatak were with us, laughing and telling stories to us near the campfire in the Dawnhall, but two arrows on his shoulder and his fall to the lake cached us by surprise. Seeing his body floating the water, without sign of life... I started to remember again...

I opened a door, it was my old master's house; I was carrying some logs for the hearth that night... When my sight focused on his body laying on the floor, coughing out of loud, and more strange, laughing and praising, It was like I was in a wicked dream, more that any that I dreamed before... but when his eyes crossed to mine, a blade more sharp than the finest sword of the entire land stabbed me on my heart, my mind, and I just ran toward him. I grabbed his head and I started to shake it, waiting for an answer... and he said to me his last words... "So that's what's all about... Holmgest..."

I didn't feel like that since that moment... I went to the Old Forest, dangerous and mysterious place of tranquility. Many people thinks that death is a cruel creature, but for me Is just a dirty job that man usually takes it upfront. When I see the face of death, I don't see a terrifying figure of pestilent and pain, or even an orc or an troll... I saw myself, I saw them, all of my companions... The best thing of death is that gives you enough time to realize it, or too short to didn't even think about it... The birds sings, I can't decipher his meaning, but is just like life: A pile of unknown consequences made by ourselves, Isn't like that?.