I am not a normal man. I am not crazy. Or dangerous. I live a very normal life, one that is filled with love and happiness, surrounded by a wonderfully supportive family. Yet, they have all come to accept the same truth, as I have.
Arth started summoning me long ago, when I was but a young boy, pulling me out of this world and transporting me there. Like some mental tag along, I found myself riding inside the minds of others, a captive that saw what they did, felt what they touched, and bled when... I have taken a thousand last breaths. Loved and lost myriads. I have seen, killed, and lived as monsters. I have drowned and held others under. I have soared above the clouds on my own wings more times than I can count.
I know what you are thinking. I am not mad. The only difference between us is that, for whatever reason, Arth chose me.
So, I hereby confess that I am not the author of the Sagas of Di'Ghon. In truth, I am nothing more than a simple scribe. I just write down what I see. I wouldn't dream of changing it. They deserve more than that. Somehow, I feel as if it would be like scratching out the names from a tombstone.
If you read this, know that I cannot and will not apologize for the life, actions, or the death of these characters. It is what it is. The truth as I experience it.
My psychologist insisted that the Sagas are all just fanciful tales invented to soften the very real trauma of my childhood. What an idiot... I fired that fool the moment I knew the truth. If he only knew what I do - about the map - he would have known why their story has to be told.
I promise you that when the time is right, I will tell you all I know. For now, just open your minds and read the account of their lives for yourself. See them, hear them, feel them, love them, or hate them. Whatever... Just keep reading. In time you will know, as I do without a shadow of a doubt, that the Sagas of Di'Ghon are real. Arth does exist.
The truth is ... that I can't wait for them to come and take me there again.
I must know how the story ends.
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It turns out that some could cost you everyone you love.
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