I wonder, at times, which Connar is more at home in this realm; the Valdor who first came chasing shadows and now laments for two worlds having slipped through his grasp. Or the Connar wiped clean of his former life and existence, left on his own to make his way anew, freed from any former restraints or bonds.
Shea mentioned that "death comes for us all" when we spoke the previous night, to which I replied that I much preferred chasing death rather than have it come for me. Is that what I am doing, chasing death? I would have thought my motives and actions were inspired by more noble, lofty directives. But even as the ink is yet drying on these words, I can think none that fell under my sword that were lifted to a higher plane, or inspired to be better people...or creatures...or whatever their maker created them to become. I can only hope that those deaths freed others from oppression and fear, that the lives taken and spared served a greater good.
In a realm where allegiances are many, powers are infinite and unfathomable, and reliance upon a higher god is simply not needed, is there a place for one such as I? I've been sorely tempted on many occasions to slip into the bookstore or library, and pull from the shelves one of the many historic tomes that would reveal what is to befall earth and its people from the Dark Ages forward, to have some assurance that not all was lost somehow, that efforts, tears, and blood were not shed in vain. The scriptures make mention of a "falling away" that must occur. It leaves me to wonder whether that has already happened or is yet to come. In the end it will be left for time to reveal.
I have spent many hours conversing with a few of this realm's more colorful inhabitants...or visitors, as the case may be. Shylah the norsewoman, in particular, has me looking in the mirror with deeper introspection than I could ever have imagined. Others, like Asha, reaffirm to my mind that good and evil and the struggle between them is a common thread in life's fabric - no matter where that life or struggle may be.
But it is in the silent hour of the night, after much reflection and pondering, that I've come to realize what it is I seek to find here...what drives me to return time after time. The answer came softly, as gentle as a whisper, but struck me with more force than a massive stone. The knowledge is empowering in many ways, more so than I would have thought. The fulfillment of that which I seek might not be found on Rhydin's shores.
I'm certain, given time, all will be revealed.
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