Chapter 4: The Evolution of the Quill
Well I cannot say that I don't feel a bit bad for you...Coming to the deepest parts of the arid jewels catacombs only to find a empty grand hall with only this note and the corpse of a dragon...Well maybe a skeleton by the time you find this actually...Well I can tell you know. This place that looks like it housed an ancient treasure? It did hold such items. That probably made things worse for you hearing that didn't it? My apologies but as a sorry I will tell you what sat here. A quill made from the first Azamaar's feather with potential to do many things and is the ultimate find for a writer in this world and as you may have guessed I do love to write my ramblings...My wife always smiled when reading them. I shall give you not a prominent moment from the era's past but a story of me before I became the immortal that lived every aspect. The story of the start of my deep love hate relationship with the Quill.
I was born in a coastal city in the Badlands to parents I never met. If you find the note I left about the demi-gods you already know where. I was raised under the local mayor's roof as my natural potential for both physical and mental development far exceeded even teens when I was only five. The mayor was a kind man but loved to show me off to the locals as his own. Most would love it but as a prodigy I saw through this veil. He paraded me as a sign of his good nature to the public. The child he brought from the cold sea breeze that shot through my home under the starry skies. It was nice to me as a child but when I started hitting my teenage years I slowly began to resent his very being. I grew into a fine young man with long flowing chestnut locks. Smouldering eyes and a physique that made many blush but still I felt the anger in me rise.
On the day my father had anointed as my birthday, My fourteenth to be precise. He threw a party that the whole town attended but even the king of the local lands was in attendance. As to where his three daughters and here...here lies where my life began to fall to pieces. The party went on through the night, many glasses and horns were taken as it was my day and everyone was handing them to me like I was a god being given his offerings. At one point in the night the king and his youngest daughter pulled me aside. The words he spoke in his old and croaked voice will burn in my head forevermore,
''Murder your father. Marry my daughter. It is simple. Gain the power you deserve.''
Oh how I wish I simply left that night and never returned. I would have been spared the centuries where the endless torture of rebirth haunted every dream I had. If only...Not much to say about 'If Only' now though… But seeing my queen with eyes of hazel for the first time...My mind was never clear again...Not that it ever had been prior.
I did what I had to. My father died in his sleep and I was given the title of Mayor. Marrying the king's daughter gave me more respect and power than my father ever did. My princess became my bride and we started to live our lives together in the tower where only me and my father lived along with the servants but that was all I knew for my first fifteen years. But I will always ask myself in my mind in every life forevermore,
'Was it really worth it?'
Forevermore my answer will stay true. If I relived that exact moment again at the start of every life...I would take it quicker each and every time.
A half decade passed from those events with nothing of note to speak with my efforts all placed on my queen and my people. But then the sailor came. A ship in tatters and only one soul standing when it came into port. He had only one leg and a voice that was saltier than the waves he ride in on but he saw me and spoke to my soul, His words will burn in my ears forevermore,
''Take this map my lord and it will give you all you could ever wish.''
I was a fool for thinking there was good in the evil appearance. I spent my early twenties making my way to the isles that my fate would soon be locked into forevermore and I'm afraid that is where my memories end...I still do not know what happened after but I only know that I was twenty eight when I was cursed. One of the many things I wish to accomplish on this quest is to find those missing years of my mind. Well I know it was pointless to explain this but that is why my notes were placed everywhere for people like you. Oh and if you think that this was nothing to do with my relationship with writing then you clearly have not found the other pages.
-Signed Perry Lakefield
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