Return from Begma [Diary]
It has taken some time for me to compose my thoughts in regard to Begma, and what was witnessed there. Strange, metal creatures that did not feel pain, nor bleed blood. I still have the taste of oil and copper on my tongue, no matter how many times I've poured scotch down my throat. Bitter, like the memory of the fight. I lead, for the first time in my life. I took the reins and, by gods, it felt...right. Surely, the respect I have from Adelgar, the fact that he listens to my advice, helped in the matter of getting the warpack to follow me. Perhaps, also, it was Urse's words to me: We need someone better than Arden's Rangers. We proved ourselves so, in finding their lost Prince Julian. We proved ourselves valuable fighters, when we combated the metal dog. And when Edar, who had his hindquarters crushed by one of the metal creatures came prancing out of his tent the next day, unharmed, surely they saw what we are capable of.
Still, I am faced with a feeling of unease. The dreams keep coming, and even though I cannot fully remember them when I wake, I know that there is worse coming. An incredible darkness that we must battle. But how does one combat shadows?
For now, I am back in Amber, and more and more certain that men are bigger fools than I. The ones I have dealt with, at least. So many rules. Such strange customs. And each night, I still find myself alone.
Erasmus has been given his present. He has not worn it, yet. Part of me is wounded, while the other expected such. Perhaps my genius is wasted in a place like this.
Perhaps I need more scotch.
Still, I am faced with a feeling of unease. The dreams keep coming, and even though I cannot fully remember them when I wake, I know that there is worse coming. An incredible darkness that we must battle. But how does one combat shadows?
For now, I am back in Amber, and more and more certain that men are bigger fools than I. The ones I have dealt with, at least. So many rules. Such strange customs. And each night, I still find myself alone.
Erasmus has been given his present. He has not worn it, yet. Part of me is wounded, while the other expected such. Perhaps my genius is wasted in a place like this.
Perhaps I need more scotch.