Page 704, Esk notebook
I write this in the hope that if my collection are ever found it will help spread the knowledge about the afterlife. It is not a wildly discussed subject, which I think is tragic. As some great wizard once said “death is but the next great adventure”
The pain was gone. Darkness disappeared as I opened my eyes. A empty wasteland was around me, to the horizons nothing but a grey brown nothingness. I couldn’t remember how I got where I was, I just wake up here. *I must add here, that this on itself is quite extraordinary for me, the times I couldn’t remember something that had happened of.. let’s say a month, I can easily count on my digits.*
As I looked over my shoulder I saw a humongous spire, rising into the sky, higher than the clouds, higher than I was even capable to see.
I felt a tug, a tug inside of me, drawing me away from the spire. I was about the scour my memories for anything I had ever read as I heard these words inside my mind.
“Bahamut, my lord, please hear my prayer. Keep this soul save, make sure she will not succumb to the test of time. Please lord Bahumut make it possible for me to once day save her”.
I tried to think, but everything slowed down, my mind normally racing mind turned into a crawling snail. Color was withdrawn from the already bleak world, my senses muffled and the only feeling that was left was the tug.. the tug away from the spire, the tug towards the edge..
I walked.. I walked..
time was blurry.
Step, step..
Was it a minute.. was it days.
I remember looking back, the spire still standing high, the only thing to see in this never ending wasteland.
Step, step..
There were others, walking. On the edge of my vision.
Step step.
I couldn’t think about it at that moment. But looking back they must have been other petitioners. I hope they found their place.
Step Step.
There were four shapes getting closer. I remember exactly how they look, however at the moment I couldn’t make the connections to what they were.
There was a man, wearing a robe and hat, a large beard and wielding a staff with a big book on his back. A scantily clad male dwarf with an axe as big he was. A drow with a pointy beard, and an evil grin, and an elven women being covered in pockets with more daggers on her body than the other had weapons combined.
“hey another one” the dwarf pointed.
step step..
My feet still dragged forward slowly, but I could feel my eyes roll in my sockets to slowly look at each of them.
“this one is different, look she noticed us” said the gruff voice of the human.
step, step..
The elf put a hand before me, slight pushing.
Ste.. stop.
“look this one doesn’t fight when you stop her” The drow said turning to his compatriots.
I could do nothing but slowly gaze.
The drow grinned at the dwarf “maybe we could have some fun with her, I mean, she’s dead already right”. The dwarf and older men, looked slightly uncomfortable, but also curious.
The drow put a finger under the highest button of my blouse, plucking it off.
*smack*
The elf had smacked the drow on the back of the head. “why do you always have to do this, if you could have kept your things in your pants we wouldn’t have been kicked out of the library and we wouldn’t have to search the all the rest of the planes for our information!”
Library, I had the feeling this should be important to me. But.. my mind.. it wouldn’t..
I looked up at the elf, tried to smile. What was happening hadn’t really sunk in, but I got as far as feeling as she was protecting me.
Her eyes averted away after crossing mine.
“her dead eyes creep me out, lets get going. I’m so done with this plane”
alone again.
Step, step..
Step