Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 0:28:59 GMT -5
day: 1?
Since I woke up, I realize I have forgotten things. I figured it best to write as much as I could down for later use.
I remember strange places and weird people. Ive been to some weird lands and heard some weird things. This place takes the cake; for now at least. Whatever this city is, wherever it is, is different.
I woke up in some room yesterday. The place was dark, first time I've slept in a bed as far back as I can remember. I dont remember much though, so that could be a few days, or years. Falcon was there, a comforting thought. The room seemed odd, I dont know anything about what the place was, or the building either. I jumped out a window and wandered into a couple on the street and joined them at a bar for a while.
I forgot about them in my drinks. I tried to remember whatever I could, it turned out to be painfully few things.
The temple in the mountains, master, senior, junior, the other students. the cold stones under our feet as we practiced each move one at a time, step by step. A move would be called out and we would preform, some would be given instructions as to how to do them better or correctly at all. The next move would be called out and the same process would continue.
We would have to carry large trays of rice and cooked veggies out to the tables for meals. Some had their legs soaked, others were completely dry. Those that were dry were allowed to eat first. I cant remember why, though.
There was a caravan that stopped at our temple. They were making their way to a place none of us had heard of before. They asked us for some aide, they had a few wounded and two were dead.
These thoughts are so lost to me, as if their not my own. What if their not? I search the darkest parts of my mind, only to find locked doors. What does this all mean?
hahaa...
Since I woke up, I realize I have forgotten things. I figured it best to write as much as I could down for later use.
I remember strange places and weird people. Ive been to some weird lands and heard some weird things. This place takes the cake; for now at least. Whatever this city is, wherever it is, is different.
I woke up in some room yesterday. The place was dark, first time I've slept in a bed as far back as I can remember. I dont remember much though, so that could be a few days, or years. Falcon was there, a comforting thought. The room seemed odd, I dont know anything about what the place was, or the building either. I jumped out a window and wandered into a couple on the street and joined them at a bar for a while.
I forgot about them in my drinks. I tried to remember whatever I could, it turned out to be painfully few things.
The temple in the mountains, master, senior, junior, the other students. the cold stones under our feet as we practiced each move one at a time, step by step. A move would be called out and we would preform, some would be given instructions as to how to do them better or correctly at all. The next move would be called out and the same process would continue.
We would have to carry large trays of rice and cooked veggies out to the tables for meals. Some had their legs soaked, others were completely dry. Those that were dry were allowed to eat first. I cant remember why, though.
There was a caravan that stopped at our temple. They were making their way to a place none of us had heard of before. They asked us for some aide, they had a few wounded and two were dead.
These thoughts are so lost to me, as if their not my own. What if their not? I search the darkest parts of my mind, only to find locked doors. What does this all mean?
hahaa...