Day 5

For five days I have been lost, both in body and mind. Even as I write these words, I feel my grasp on the life I lived before fading, slipping away. The harder I think, the harder it is to focus on it. My head hasn't stopped hurting since I woke up five days ago. The name… the name of the place I came from escapes me, and it terrifies me. because of this I've bought a journal to record my thoughts and memories in. The land I came from was of fire and technology. It was far more advanced than this place in every way imaginable. The name, I still can't remember the name.

I think my name was Aaron. Yes, Aaron Thain. Saying it out loud sounds right, but my voice is unfamiliar even to myself. Who was I? I think I was a soldier of some sort. An assassin. I was a good man I think, or at least I did what I though was right. What I had been taught was right. Still, the teachings of the Southern Glen aren't exactly black and white… Southern Glen? Was that my homeland? My city, my religion? I don't think it was any of those things. No, more than likely it was the name of the art I was trained in, the people who trained me.

Anyway, that's all I'm going to write for now. Little else is coming to my memory, and the harder I try to remember, the more painful it becomes. I'm going to catch some sleep before planning what I should do. If anything else comes to me, I'll write again. These past few days have left me exhausted, and even as I finish these few words, I feel the last of my strength failing. Still, I doubt that sleep will come easily to me. I fear that I'm in for a long night.

It's hopeless. I'm not gonna be able to get anymore sleep tonight, not with all these thoughts running through my head. I still don't know what I'm gonna do, but I do know this: I have to hold onto the belief that I can get back home, that I can stop my memories from fading. There's a small town just a mile to the east. It took five days, but now I feel strong enough to make the trek into town. Hopefully from there I'll be able to find some help there. Whatever got me here may be able to get me back home.

It's so cold out here. I'm shivering now. Hopefully there'll be a warm place to stay in town, or at least a place open to buy blankets. I'm unsure how the villagers will react to a new face in town though, so I'll be cautious. Still, I don't believe any problems will arise tonight. Just so long as I keep my wits about me I'll be fine. Anyway, best not to delay any longer. If I remember anything along the way, I'll write it down, but until then…

Well, I made it to the village, and found a place to get warm. I don't really have any money to my name though, so I wasn't able to buy any food or drink. Still, it's better than sitting out in the cold, and I've still got a few rations of food on me (though I'm not sure from what). I spoke with the innkeeper, keeping the conversation casual for a while. I didn't want to reveal to much about myself or my dilemma, but there was still a lot that I was able to get out of him. This land has men that may be able to help me out with my problems. There are powerful people who can tap into the powers of the world around them. Maybe there are even those who can bring my memories back, though the mind's a bit unpredictable.

The innkeeper spoke of a land, of a city known as Wyllmochvar, which houses mages of great power. Perhaps if I travel there, I will be able to find a way home, or at the very least, regain the memories of who I once was. A long and painful journey it will be, no doubt about that. The innkeeper spoke of many dangers along the road I would have to take. It also lies across the ocean, past the creatures that lurk within the depths.
 
I will have to think on these things. I see no other path for me, but I won't needlessly put myself in harms way. At the very least, I'll see if there's any work for me around here, a way to earn some extra money, or at least a way to fight off the skull-splitting pain I've been in for the past five days!