The nights have been rather cold lately... I've made a campfire a little while ago, somewhere in the northern part of the Shroud, but it just doesn't seem to warm me up so far. Is it because the temperature has started to drop due to the arrive of the winter season? Or is it because i've been away from this place for so long?
I might have been born and raised in these woods... I might have fought with my life on the line, as well as those i've been calling my family during these times of hardship and adventure, but these woods i've called my for for all those years suddenly feel alien to me.
Even though i said that i've been away for so long, the reality is that only a few months have past since i've woken up from my "slumber". By the twelve... It still feels like yesterday that the bell called "Dalamud's Fall" sounded the end of an era. During my search for survivors, i've been talking with people and i've come to the conclusion that roughly 5 years have past since the end of the Seventh Umbral Era.
During these past few months, i've done a lot of searching... Searching for survivors, friends, family, anyone who beared witness to the events that occured 5 years ago. Searching for answers as to why these events occurred. But also searching for myself...
I can't shake the feeling that something was lost when Bahamut scorched the earth beneath our feet. Something precious which defined me who i was and what i was capable of. Seeing Bahamut's rage engulf Eorzea, i just can help it but feel helpless. It made me realise that i'm not fit to be leading people to battle. A part of me blames myself for not being able to stop these events from occuring. That part of me also blames myself for losing so many comrades in battle. I will probably have to live the rest of my life in regret that, even with the best of my ability, i was not able to save the people in need when they needed me the most.
This feeling of regret gnawed at the very core of my soul. After a while, i found myself isolated from any form of contact with the civilized world. I barely slept and lived on what ever i could find in the Shroud. Eventually, i collapsed from exhaustion with my life hanging on a thread. I really thought i was done for... Until i was discovered by someone. He carried me to his house on the outskirts of Bentbranch and had his wife nurse me back to health.
The both of them ran a clinic with which they would help anyone in need of medical assistance. It was because of them that i found a new purpose in life. In order to repay their kindness, i would help out in their clinic by attending to their patients with either medical care or entertainment. I felt comfortable helping others. Seeing their smiles, hearing their laughter, singing together until the sun went down. This is who i am...
Therefore, i've decided to resign from my post as leader of The Dragons Aery. I'm not fit to lead it. Only to support it. If someone would pick up the banner and raise it up high, i shall follow it. Assisting where i can. May it be with knowledge, medical assistance, or purely for entertaining purposes. I shall follow it till the ends of world called Hydaelyn.
I may not own an Artemis Bow, but i've managed to carve a harp from a piece of Ash Lumber and string it with Antelope Sinew. With this musical companion i've written a song from which would like to share a verse with you.
On the brink of my demise
I closed my eyes
My mind starts to wander
To lands over yonder
Void of anger, void of strife
But lush with flowers full of life
As Bahamut passes his final verdict
Thats when i heard it
"Why do you fight without a chance of success?"
There are things i want to protect nonetheless!
Were the words that left my mouth
As my mind when further south...
- C'rysta Zeith / Caitlyn Aldora