Basar-a-thon, OH SEVEN
" I haven't much to pack besides the old weapons my uncle I haven't heard from left behind, some of my clothes, and the money my mother left for me before she passed away last winter. I can sit here at our rundown farm, feeling guilt in my heart for my mother passing away, watching our Kelbi graze on our now unkempt hills, or I can follow my heart, by becoming a monster hunter.
This really does frighten me, like anyone else. I have only seen pictures on the walls of our village whenever I walk down there to shop for supplies for our farm. I have only heard stories of these colossal monsters when I was a young boy, listening in on my uncle , who was a very prominent figure of my childhood, being a monster hunter and all, telling these elaborate, true stories to my father and my brother. I can't imagine how this dream of monster hunting will go for me. I have nothing left. I want nothing to do with this farm any longer. Our Kelbi have all that they need to survive, and I only have this dream to tote me around. I know it will require much strength, much courage, and much will power to venture out into these almost mythical lands, on quests that many people before me have banefully failed. I know that. And there is much I am scared to confront that I, along with the -greatest- hunters, do not know. This all scares me, but gets my blood rushing, too.
I have trained, pushed, and at sometimes quelled my mind, body, and soul. I know where my limits end, and I hope to soon make that where my limits will only begin, and progress endlessly from there on out. All my life I have done the hard work my brother has done before becoming a vagrant hunter. I know he is great, and I know I can become great as he did, following in our uncle's footsteps.
Knowing all that I can gather, and having what I'll need, I am heading out of this familiar place. I have only told a few villagers, and though they do not agree with my drastic and somewhat silly decision, they understand perfectly on why I dream of it, growing up around all of the lore and whatnot. I've heard of a very nice middle-class village a few days travel out of here, to the north, and I've decided to head that way.
I am sure though that my brother is not in that village, but I really do feel that he is on the almost completely opposite side of what they call the "Monstrous Acreage". I don't know how to describe this vibe I get about this intellegence. This suspicion, this hunch I've got, I'm almost certain about. I have visions about this. I see the land and its cultures in colors, and I see my brother there, as if maybe the village of his residency honored him. I have these vibes with my uncle too, and I can tell he is still alive, but nowhere in this goliath province we all live in, or even this country. But I know both of them are safe, and very well-to-do.
I fancy the thought of one day hunting some behemoth, and meeting my brother there. I hope he shows a liking to me, I can only hope of us becoming actual -brothers- at least once in this life.
I guess I just have a longing to become something great, that people envy, and that myself even envies. I want to meet up with my uncle and my brother. I want us to start a clan. I want to have fun in my life, and this is the fun I think is right for me. With all this want I can only start to achieve this all by one step at a time, and my first step is to close this journal and head out of here.
I don't think my journey begins now, I think it has begun before I was born, before my parents were born. Destiny has set this glorious path up for me, and I'm more than honored and excited to take it. What I want is out there, and I'm more than certain I can have it all."
This really does frighten me, like anyone else. I have only seen pictures on the walls of our village whenever I walk down there to shop for supplies for our farm. I have only heard stories of these colossal monsters when I was a young boy, listening in on my uncle , who was a very prominent figure of my childhood, being a monster hunter and all, telling these elaborate, true stories to my father and my brother. I can't imagine how this dream of monster hunting will go for me. I have nothing left. I want nothing to do with this farm any longer. Our Kelbi have all that they need to survive, and I only have this dream to tote me around. I know it will require much strength, much courage, and much will power to venture out into these almost mythical lands, on quests that many people before me have banefully failed. I know that. And there is much I am scared to confront that I, along with the -greatest- hunters, do not know. This all scares me, but gets my blood rushing, too.
I have trained, pushed, and at sometimes quelled my mind, body, and soul. I know where my limits end, and I hope to soon make that where my limits will only begin, and progress endlessly from there on out. All my life I have done the hard work my brother has done before becoming a vagrant hunter. I know he is great, and I know I can become great as he did, following in our uncle's footsteps.
Knowing all that I can gather, and having what I'll need, I am heading out of this familiar place. I have only told a few villagers, and though they do not agree with my drastic and somewhat silly decision, they understand perfectly on why I dream of it, growing up around all of the lore and whatnot. I've heard of a very nice middle-class village a few days travel out of here, to the north, and I've decided to head that way.
I am sure though that my brother is not in that village, but I really do feel that he is on the almost completely opposite side of what they call the "Monstrous Acreage". I don't know how to describe this vibe I get about this intellegence. This suspicion, this hunch I've got, I'm almost certain about. I have visions about this. I see the land and its cultures in colors, and I see my brother there, as if maybe the village of his residency honored him. I have these vibes with my uncle too, and I can tell he is still alive, but nowhere in this goliath province we all live in, or even this country. But I know both of them are safe, and very well-to-do.
I fancy the thought of one day hunting some behemoth, and meeting my brother there. I hope he shows a liking to me, I can only hope of us becoming actual -brothers- at least once in this life.
I guess I just have a longing to become something great, that people envy, and that myself even envies. I want to meet up with my uncle and my brother. I want us to start a clan. I want to have fun in my life, and this is the fun I think is right for me. With all this want I can only start to achieve this all by one step at a time, and my first step is to close this journal and head out of here.
I don't think my journey begins now, I think it has begun before I was born, before my parents were born. Destiny has set this glorious path up for me, and I'm more than honored and excited to take it. What I want is out there, and I'm more than certain I can have it all."