Journal Entry 4, 1322 AGW, 20 Days after my 700th birthday.
An extra set of clothes, a crowbar, a bedroll, a dagger, a small hammer, a hunting trap, 7 days rations, rope, a tinderbox, 10 gold pieces, and a waterskin. That’s what my mother packed for me. Combine that with my leather armor and my new sword, which is all I had in this world. I didn’t even know where my sword was; I hadn’t seen it since Grey returned me to this plane. I was sure it would turn up.
I began traveling to the trading post. I’d been there before and knew how to get there. Alone I could probably make it in 2 days, as long as I didn’t run into any unexpected company.
I moved quickly for a few hours with little to slow me down, but I needed to take a break after having already traveled all day. The sun was beginning to set, and I knew I needed time to set up camp. The sky was clear, so I didn’t need to make cover. I set my trap with some of my rations, hoping to capture something a bit tastier. Then, I made my fire and set up my bedroll. As an elf, I didn’t need to sleep, but I did need to meditate. I hoped my meditation would lead to some clarity.
I closed my eyes and began reciting the prayers my people had been reciting for generations, hoping the Goddess Lovdum, Goddess of nature, air, and the elves, would hear my prayers.
Goddess of the Air, Protectress of my People, hear my prayers and give me guidance to your ways. Lovdum, I cry to you now. Show me my destiny!
The noises of the forest around me began to fade away. New noise replaced it. The noise of a slow breeze over a lake, followed by the sounds of ducks and geese. The scene began appearing around me: a large lake full of waterfowl with a small island in the middle. On the island, I saw a woman. She had long silver hair and stood about 8 feet tall. Her back was to me, so I could not see her face. I began walking towards her. I walked right over the water and didn’t even think about it. Once I reached the island, I began moving faster and faster, but it seemed like no matter how fast I moved, I didn’t make any progress.
A voice sounded in my head, “Sometimes it is not the speed in which we move, but rather the purpose the movement takes place.”
I froze, not fully understanding what was meant. I could almost sense a smirk in my head. Suddenly the woman was in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she turned her head. As her face came into my sight, I immediately recognized her: Grey.
“Not who you were expecting, am I?” he smirked and snapped his fingers, then everything turned white again. “Sorry about all that, just having a little bit of fun. See, my master and I can’t really have you connecting with any Deities right now. It just seems a little like you’re trying not to uphold your contract. So, for the time being, it’s just us.”
Before I could say anything to him, he snapped his fingers, and I awoke with a jerk from my meditation. I instantly realized it wasn’t just his fingers that snapped but branches nearby. I lunged for the dagger in my bag when my sword suddenly appeared in my hand.
“Who’s there?” I yelled.
An elf appeared at the edge of my vision, holding a backpack and a lute.
“It is just me, Tybalt,” he said.
It was Roderio, a troubadour from home.
“I saw your mother kick you out. Thought you could use a friend.