The musings of Lia Di'makiir

[Chuckles_McChuck]

The tenth night since I left the sanctuary of my instructors care and protection, I find myself peacefully contemplating beneath the stars. Staring into the night sky, I absorb the quant silence of a campsite that a convoy of merchant wagons have migrated to before entering the large city of Baldur’s Gate. On previous nights I have found this peace difficult as many always appear to congregate at this very spot and I’ve no doubt this place will populate anon, but for now I will embrace these moments of placidity and consider what I have learned.

It has now been about a year since I woke up in that vacuous place (at least it felt that long, but I know time held no sway there). Perhaps this calls for some form of jubilation; much like one would rejoice the memento of life. I might not have been conceived that day, but is it really any different? I lived, when the very laws that govern the fabric of existence itself, claims that I should have been dead. Unable to see the reflections of my former self, I became featureless; like a child, there was now room to reshape me into something… perhaps different.

There is a word for this of course… Amnesia. I prefer to think of it as being reborn, a chance to begin on a new slate. Even then, however, I find myself questioning why and in turn, how. I cheated death after all, and if it comes with a price then it is imperative that I learn how and perhaps why this happened to me.