Dalamar Nightson (nightson) wrote in angelnet, @ 2014-08-19 03:15:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Entry tags: | dalamar nightson, regina mills |
But this, all of it, is wrong.
The magic still flows in me, but Nuitari has no place in this world's sky. How is it that I can still feel it in every vein, every ounce that makes up the essence of myself, if his moon does not shine for me?
I feel as though I were an apprentice still, forced into the white robes, and only able to see the white moon, and the red, but not the one which came to matter most of all.
I have the magic, but I must admit to some, no, a great deal, of disturbance when matters come to this sort of a head. This place remains a mystery, but how must I begin to understand it when the one who might most help me is not here?
I may need rather more help as I am reaching out to others here.
My name is Dalamar Nightson, servant of Nuitari, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, I have been exiled once, and I no longer fear losing a world, but to lose my god is nearly more than I might bear.
I beg some explanation for this place.