❦ Chapter I - The Bard [text]
[After meandering into town, the poor bard was left without a thing to do other than write within this homely little journal. He was uncertain about what to write, so he allowed his pen to take the lead over his thoughts.]
What shall I do?
Never in my days did I once think I would be transported to such a realm. These wings feel quite odd upon my back, heavy. Why…why do I have wings in the first place?
I nearly screeched as loudly as the birds when I first saw them. Trying to pry these feathery appendages off is simply impossible, and rather painful! Therefore, I suppose there is some sort of fiendish magick at play.
Nevertheless, what shall I do now? I’m angel of some kind…does this mean I am dead?
I'm dead, aren't I?! But how? I-I don't remembering dying...
If only…if only she was here. Anna, could you make sense of this oddity? You’ve came to me one once before, but now---I hear nothing but silence within the wind.
Am I really dead?
What shall I do...?
What shall I do?
Never in my days did I once think I would be transported to such a realm. These wings feel quite odd upon my back, heavy. Why…why do I have wings in the first place?
I nearly screeched as loudly as the birds when I first saw them. Trying to pry these feathery appendages off is simply impossible, and rather painful! Therefore, I suppose there is some sort of fiendish magick at play.
Nevertheless, what shall I do now? I’m angel of some kind…does this mean I am dead?
I'm dead, aren't I?! But how? I-I don't remembering dying...
If only…if only she was here. Anna, could you make sense of this oddity? You’ve came to me one once before, but now---I hear nothing but silence within the wind.
Am I really dead?
What shall I do...?