I awoke...
May 17, 2009 - 5:56am — Bastilion
I knew from the moment I woke that something was off. I did not feel like myself. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts, to remember previous events.
I should not have awoken. Not after I was forced into darkness. ...or was this the Afterlife that was always spoken of? If so, it hardly seemed befitting of either Heaven or Hell. To make my first observation, it was raining.
This may seem a moot fact to point out, but it seemed important to myself at the time. But getting back to things...
I did not feel like myself. I was unsteady as I tried clambering to my feet, only to discover I could not stay upright. I would simply wobble and topple back to all fours. It oddly seemed right, though I was not sure why at the time. Until I looked down.
Hooves. Hooves attached to legs not my own. And there were four of them.
Needless to say, I was quite speechless.
How could this be? Had the powers that be, if they so exist, decided this had been a fate befitting of my death?
..yes, that was right. I had died. But not of my will. It was by my own fault though. All because I saw. I saw how our country was going downhill. All because of that blasted wretch. That wretch who dared to call himself our king. He did not deserve to be born into such high life. Not when he used his power to sully the land and further drive our people into poverty. I saw what had become of the land, so I felt a stop had to be put on that wretch.
It did not matter that that wretch was my own uncle.
I knew ending his reign would result in my own death, but no matter. I did not care of my own fate then. My cousin would be a better leader.
...dear cousin...
How I wish you had not looked at me so when you had learned of what I had done. I did not feel guilt for my deed. Not until you gazed at me so sadly.
But it is too late to lament on that now. My life was ended. I just hope it was not for naught...
I seem to be rambling.
This land I have awokened into is quite bizarre. As I said, when I awoke it was raining. It seemed to be nothing but rain for days straight. Then suddenly it is sunny again, with not even a puddle remaining.
How is it that the body of water I hear is called the Pond had not flooded? I have heard talk of magic. This magic spoken of still bewilders me. I have witnessed how it works, yes, how a bright sun is emitted, leaving behind its effect.
The creatures here seem to be some sort of deer. It must be fate that has brought me here, then, to be the creature of my family crest... A noble stag with great antlers.
Though fate can be quite ironic it would seem, for I am not a noble stag, but a fawn. A tiny, bald-headed fawn. I do not know when or even if this will even change, but whether it does nor not, I refuse to be taken as helpless. I even tried to defend that golden one today. There was a noble stag already defending her, but I could not help myself from jumping in. Even if my presence made no difference at all, I was sure to leave the impression that I was one to be quarreled with.
I wish Cousin could have seen me.
I kept my eye on that troublesome one for some time after. They did not seem to continue wreaking havoc, so I let them be, deciding to start writing this diary if you will.
I am not even sure what language it is I am writing in. It seems the knowledge just filled my head when I awoke. It does not matter, though.
I was never able to speak in my native tongue to begin with. A trait that seems to have followed me into this form.
I remain, silent but still heard,
Bastilion
Fabulous writing, very
*gentleman's half-bow*