Chapter 1: Solidarity
Being thrust upon a new world is nothing new to me. It seems to happen so suddenly, so quickly, that I don't even have time to brace myself. This world is unlike any other. I feel alone, yet, at the same time, there are many creatures and people here. Maybe it's just in my head. Maybe it's reality. I'm not sure what it really is, but I do know that whatever it is, I have to learn to adapt. I have to learn how to feed myself, build my own shelter, and start from the ground up.
I feel like a recluse, at times, because I prefer to be far away from civilized society. I love the trees, the hills, and hiding amongst nature. To me, this life of solidarity is the life for me. Maybe someday I'll change. Maybe.
Day melds into night as quickly as cobble smelts into stone. Things get rough around here, but it's okay. I'll be okay. I am working hard trying to turn my house into a home and it's hard at night. The darkness brings more than a starry sky and a bright and beautiful moon. It brings with it's veil creatures of bone and rotten flesh. Creatures of ebony so dark that it looks like a portal straight to the Keeper's domain. Creatures that will stalk you into the depths and explode with a suicidal rage so deadly, it takes out anything in the immediate vicinity. No, I can't tell you that I love the night anymore. I can't tell you that I love the night for the night brings death and destruction.
Nights like these, where the hoards of undead march faithfully, I sometimes wish I had someone to spend the days with. My four legged friends do provide adequate company, at times, but it's not the same as another person. Another person with intellect, wit, and history. This is the price I pay for living my life the way I do. The price I pay to be in solidarity.
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