Koran
04-20-09, 06:38 PM
((Open to one other person, I have internet troubles so I won't be able to post as often as I'd like. But when I do have internet, I'll post. Thanks.))
In the brief moments that Jordhan had to himself after his people lifted off into the sky were fleeting and as he thought back on them, he thought it best that they had been. In the instant that his memories had been restored to him, all of his problems of the last few months had been brought to light and solved. That strange voice he had been hearing for the last few days had been himself, his true self, lurking in the shadows of his deranged mind. It was strange now, to think of the voice as his own, when at the time he could have sworn it was not. All he did however, was smile and shake his head as he picked his way carefully down from the low rise where his people had landed.
That strange vision too, from just two days ago, had been answered as well. His first mission as the man he was now, or perhaps had used to be. He could easily say that he would never become that creature again, those days were long behind him and he hoped to keep it that way. Even that kind yet abstract scorcerous, with her strange way of making him realize that he was indeed more than he seemed to himself, had finally made sense. Not that it shouldn't have, they always say hindsight is twenty-twenty and if he wasn't a perfect example of that, then he couldn't name a better one.
Finally breaking free of the rock strewn valley that circled the rise, Jordhan emerged startlingly close to the spot where his journey here had begun. By the side of a very strange creature whom he had only known to be a witch in her own right but the memories of that journey were enough for him and he simply smiled at the thought.
A strange feeling, he said to himself as he struck out across the field, his great sword held casually over one of his shoulders. To be caught in a world of amnesia, wishing for memories of my past but having them now, I have no will to look upon them. The smile grew a little and he looked to sky, inhaling deeply.
Calamari might have been his place of birth and where his family was, but this was his home. Here, this backwater planet near the fringes of known space, where a man such as himself could be truly free from the clutches of governments and strict social codes.
In the brief moments that Jordhan had to himself after his people lifted off into the sky were fleeting and as he thought back on them, he thought it best that they had been. In the instant that his memories had been restored to him, all of his problems of the last few months had been brought to light and solved. That strange voice he had been hearing for the last few days had been himself, his true self, lurking in the shadows of his deranged mind. It was strange now, to think of the voice as his own, when at the time he could have sworn it was not. All he did however, was smile and shake his head as he picked his way carefully down from the low rise where his people had landed.
That strange vision too, from just two days ago, had been answered as well. His first mission as the man he was now, or perhaps had used to be. He could easily say that he would never become that creature again, those days were long behind him and he hoped to keep it that way. Even that kind yet abstract scorcerous, with her strange way of making him realize that he was indeed more than he seemed to himself, had finally made sense. Not that it shouldn't have, they always say hindsight is twenty-twenty and if he wasn't a perfect example of that, then he couldn't name a better one.
Finally breaking free of the rock strewn valley that circled the rise, Jordhan emerged startlingly close to the spot where his journey here had begun. By the side of a very strange creature whom he had only known to be a witch in her own right but the memories of that journey were enough for him and he simply smiled at the thought.
A strange feeling, he said to himself as he struck out across the field, his great sword held casually over one of his shoulders. To be caught in a world of amnesia, wishing for memories of my past but having them now, I have no will to look upon them. The smile grew a little and he looked to sky, inhaling deeply.
Calamari might have been his place of birth and where his family was, but this was his home. Here, this backwater planet near the fringes of known space, where a man such as himself could be truly free from the clutches of governments and strict social codes.