Introductory Notice.
The following account is perhaps a tad unbelievable. I wished to leave a transcript of the letters, and journal entires I kept so as to verify the truthfulness of what occurred. However, such an option has been denied to me. As such, I have compiled my account into something of a narrative.
I, being of sound mind and heart…well heart anyway, do so testify that the following account is true. If you are of the faint hearted then turn away. Burn this papyrus and flee. Should you read on, and a month hereafter you find yourself being treated for dementia, then I will not be blamed. You have been warned.
My world is full of charlatans and fools, what has occurred to me will not be believed and the telling of it will not be worth the consequences. So, I write this for you, my children and my children’s children. There is still hope.
Chapter 1.
Time is of the essence. I must tell my tale; I must inscribe this extraordinary sequence of events before its too late. I can feel the Change draw closer. A part of me hungers for it. – Excerpt from letter.
I am mad. That must be it. There can be no other explanation. What I saw defied the laws of nature. Even now as I stumbled away from the scene, near gibbering with fear I can feel the images pulling at my psyche, tainting my thoughts. Trying to consume me. I tore at the branches and bushes in my path—desperate to get away... from the carnage, the blood.
Unhurried footsteps followed.
A gasping sob escaped from my mouth.
I ran onwards, stumbling blindly through the forest, my monastic robes tangling my legs and slowing me down. Every moment lost aided my pursuer. In fact it was as if my robes were conspiring against me. With horror, I realised that was exactly what it was trying to do. Screaming, I tore of the offending clothing, leaving them writhing on the floor. I ran near naked now. Leaves were as scythes, slicing into my unprotected skin. Blood flowed freely, running in rivulets down my body. My own harsh breathing and thundering heart drowned out all noise, making the forest seem eerily silent.
I stumbled and rolled down an unseen hill. Earth. Sky. Again and again I rolled, pain jarring in a thousand places, overwhelming me. I prayed to whatever deity would listen, I begged for succour, for help…I bargained away my soul. My blood spilt into the earth, sinking deep into its embrace. Soil entered my veins, filling me with visions of mountains, rock and fire. We were one.
Then there was peace. A comfortable darkness enfolded me. The smell of earth, of soil pervaded my senses. The silent song of the forest made itself heard to me. I was safe. It was then I realised my bargain had been accepted. My eyes snapped open in horror.
What had I done?
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