User blog:Ziharku/Log 1: The Beginning

For how long have I slept?

Perhaps to trust this seer was not so wise. Promises of power, enough so to change one's fate, may sway many a man. I too, succumbed to the allure. For too long I've relied on others to fight simpler foes. I wish not for too much, only enough to protect myself, to protect those close to me. Any more, I should not say is unwelcome, but certainly not something I've come to crave.

To these strange figures, I find myself facing. Eyes dim, vision blurred, I struggle to see their faces. Man with the glowing eyes, what is it you've done to me?

To say that I've lost something, but that I may not know just what it is. What can one lose so easily yet not find missing? My belongings seem untouched, my gil no lesser. Perhaps in time I may come to know.

Outside now, I feel no different. The power promised, I cannot see in what I do. Only disappointment. Disappointment and....hunger....