I found my feet following the old path to the ruined village today. Everyone has moved away long ago. The Darkness had destroyed their peaceful lives.
Over my life I have wondered why the Darkness came to my world. Why they wanted to destroy such an insignificant people. We’re we meant for greatness in the future? Maybe we only have the potential for greatness. Perhaps that is enough in this time. In this place.
The being that was my mother. Was it an ally or an observer? She rarely gave me advice. Any useful advice. Only puzzles. Who was that one? What did it want? Why did it come to my world?
The more I think, the more questions I have.
There was no one in the village. I had thought that people may have come here because it was empty. It is even too empty to be used in desperation. I felt drawn to the place of Darkness. Maybe that is why people stay away. Even as a ruin it pulls you toward it. Requiring your attention.
As I approached it I almost felt I could hear a murmur. A hum of voices. Could people have used the ruin as a shelter? Why when the village itself was available? My guard came up and my hand reached for my ka’toc. I felt watched, but there was sudden silence. “Who is there?” I called. I expected no response. My expectations were met.
There were no Narn here.
Age has taught me caution. I did not go in the breach. Instead I stood like an idiot dodderer. Unsure what I should do.
Heroes should never grow old.