The musings of the other day.
I think 20 years and more on the paths and trails of adventures and missions are long enough. Certainly I have earned the place I have now. I walk the coridors of the stronghold and the paths of the gardens and try to guide the spiritual life of those who come to me and seek.
But I still find myself restless, wanting to wander. I found myself drifting over to the dolmen that marks Didi's grave, thinking about the years I spent as RealmCleric, but thinking even more about the time when Didi and I were just ordinary women living on the other side of the portal, when she was just Didi, daft and sweet and never dreaming of the fate that was in store for her.
I wonder if there is some way to get back there? I wonder what differences there are in the lives on the other side. 20 years gone; a lot can change. Is my mother still alive? And, of course, the question that plagued me from the moment we became trapped here to the moment in which I write this:
What happened to my beloved Scott?
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