06-11-2017, 09:43 PM
Page I. -- Written hastily, yet with care. There’s a water stain first few pages in the corner. The pages wrinkle pleasantly, but they need to be handled with care.
Training is finally over! I can hardly fathom this. Twelve years of residency in the Alapore Mogestary and I finally did it. Sister Kupernia Mogslana. I have got my horn. I have achieved my title… and I couldn’t be more happy and I could not be more privileged.
I feel like I could do anything, truly.
I could be a scholar, studying the links between the spirit world and our own. I could be a religious pillar, telling everyone the direct words of the Aeons and bringing them into law! I could be an enforcer-- helping to stay the balance of the world as only a Summoner can. I could explore and categorize the world, maybe? I could just ~happen~ to be a summoner?
“Oh that old thing? That’s just my summoner’s horn~ Ohohoo,” I’ll laugh to my bewildered and esteemed colleagues.
Fine. I could do much more than I am willing to write. I shouldn’t brag so much, though… or maybe I should. I tested and trained well, after all.
Truth be told, it’s daunting… staring your future in the face and feeling the void stare back.
I’m told my possibilities and stations are endless, yet I fear I am unsure of where to begin.
There is power in foresight and there is power in optimism. Of this I am sure.
First, I must win myself guardians. I know I cannot do this journey alone, after all. Plus, I’ve heard the road is lonely…
Pom up, head up. I’ve got this. Perhaps I’ll hire someone in town for now. It's a starting place.
[The drawings in the margins include: a crude drawing of the Alapore Mogestary, a scratched list of species, big and small. The big ones are circled. The small ones are crossed out. Also, a number of words have odd doodles around them.]
Training is finally over! I can hardly fathom this. Twelve years of residency in the Alapore Mogestary and I finally did it. Sister Kupernia Mogslana. I have got my horn. I have achieved my title… and I couldn’t be more happy and I could not be more privileged.
I feel like I could do anything, truly.
I could be a scholar, studying the links between the spirit world and our own. I could be a religious pillar, telling everyone the direct words of the Aeons and bringing them into law! I could be an enforcer-- helping to stay the balance of the world as only a Summoner can. I could explore and categorize the world, maybe? I could just ~happen~ to be a summoner?
“Oh that old thing? That’s just my summoner’s horn~ Ohohoo,” I’ll laugh to my bewildered and esteemed colleagues.
Fine. I could do much more than I am willing to write. I shouldn’t brag so much, though… or maybe I should. I tested and trained well, after all.
Truth be told, it’s daunting… staring your future in the face and feeling the void stare back.
I’m told my possibilities and stations are endless, yet I fear I am unsure of where to begin.
There is power in foresight and there is power in optimism. Of this I am sure.
First, I must win myself guardians. I know I cannot do this journey alone, after all. Plus, I’ve heard the road is lonely…
Pom up, head up. I’ve got this. Perhaps I’ll hire someone in town for now. It's a starting place.
[The drawings in the margins include: a crude drawing of the Alapore Mogestary, a scratched list of species, big and small. The big ones are circled. The small ones are crossed out. Also, a number of words have odd doodles around them.]