One Sacrifice, or several Losses?

[Evelond Formos]

From the Logs of Haru Nashi:


~Journal Entry II~

Garry and some other person whose name I forget were traveling with me, then we decided to train in the dueling pit.

After fighting a few Balors, a black dragon flew in on us.

He sniffed me, and said I wasn't worthy.

I was stricken with fear.

"One virgin every year! That was the DEAL!" said he.

We had no idea what he was talking about. One virgin every year?

I realized that this dragon was being payed a sacrifice each year to not destroy Dasaria. But I had no proof that's what he meant. But it is the most probable explanation.

"EVIL DRAGON!" said I. "YOU SHALL NOT GET WHAT YOU WANT! EVIL NEVER PREVAILS! NOW LEAVE, OR DIE!"

"Bad idea!" one of the two behind me said.

When I went to attack the dragon, some magical effect pushed me as far away from the dragon I could get. I couldn't move.

"DON'T GIVE IN TO HIM!" I said.

"Haru, we have no choice. We must."

I do not know who said this, for I was still facing the wall.

"HE IS EVIL! DO NOT LISTEN TO HIM!"

"Fools . . ." The dragon flew away. Haru kept on looking in the sky for him, hoping he would find him.

Wrymlings started attacking, and we beat them.

We headed out of the pit.

"I will return in ONE YEAR" the dragon roared from above.
"AND I EXPECT YOU WILL HAVE MY SACRIFICE!"

Haru did not want anyone to be hurt. Garry suggested tricking the dragon, but Haru felt that was too dangerous. Haru offered to be the sacrifice.

"You are not worthy, the dragon said."

"Within one year I will make myself worthy. I will not allow anyone to get hurt."

"My people are trained to die in battle, Haru. We can fight."

"I will not allow anyone else but myself to be hurt. I have made up my mind. Go ahead, try and stop me. I am volunteering to be the sacrifice."

"No!"

Garry kept on arguing with me, but I did not change my mind. I exist to keep the existance of others going. No more, no less. I exist to serve.

~End Journal Entry~

[Redder]

A faint memory of a chance meeting comes back to haunt Haru.

"For to give, one must also take - this is the ways of numerosity."

The memory fades slightly only leaving the impression of a deformed drow looking intently towards the distance.

[Evelond Formos]

~Journal Entry III~

I have this strange feeling . . . Like, I am getting angrier than usual at small things, like a small scratch from a beetle. This memory keeps on haunting me . . .

"For to give, one also must take - this is the ways of numerosity."

When I think of this . . . I am giving my life to save others from this dragon; and I am taking nothing? Something about Balance too . . . a drow, claiming to be neutral . . . but that is all . . .

So does this mean, to maintain balance also, when I give my life to Dasarians, I must take from them also?

I fear taking from these people . . . it doesn't seem right . . . but . . .

I don't want to take something from Dasaria, but I feel I must . . .

What should I take?

. . .

I will post another entry when I figure out what to take . . .

~End Journal Entry~

[Evelond Formos]

~Journal Entry I~

I have decided to keep a journal. With the current events in my life, I need to know that the events will be remembered somehow.

I have discovered a scroll with the following words on it:

Uyo lliwi yapa . . . Ihsna, uyo evha netak tawh I evlo eth tsomo . . . dana uyo lliwi yapa rofo ti . . . UYO LLIWI YAPA!

It feels . . .evil . . . I will have to study it . . .

~End Journal Entry~

((edit))

"End Journal Entry" is crossed out, and the journal entry is continued below.

I have discovered a name on the back. The name is . . . Ylithar Mikeni? But she died years ago . . .

Perhaps my ancestors had some argument with her? I do not know . . .

All I know about her is that she was a shapeshifter . . .

NOW

~End Journal Entry~

[Evelond Formos]

~Journal Entry IV~

This . . . is unbelievable . . . I was walking around Palemoon . . . and I saw a gravestone . . . this is what is said:

Haru Nashi
Acolyte to Enlil
(1335 - 1373)

This . . . isn't possible . . . It's 1372, 1373 hasn't happened yet . . . but then . . . I saw an old man behind it . . . he was holding his fingers up to his temple, as if projecting the grave . . . was it a prophet?

A quick blow of wind made the sand block him from view. When the sand was gone, he was gone . . .

Am I going to die next year?

. . . continuing this.

I remember correctly now . . . his left hand was completely BONE. He was holding up literally flesh and bone to his temple. His skin was really pale also. . .

Wait . . . the grave said something about me being dead . . .

~End Journal Entry, for now~


~Journal Entry V~

I saw it again today . . . but this time, the grave said:

Haru Nashi
Acolyte to Enlil
(1335 - 1371)

And before the man left, he looked in my eyes and said:

"Sith si eth tcercor ycproehp . . . Urha Ihsna, uyo dedi tsala raye!"

And . . . I understood it . . . he was saying that this was the correct vision . . . I died last year . . .

So, could I be summoning myself, when I summon undead? Is that why Enlil answers my prayers, when I take the shape of an undead?

~End Journal Entry~