Solira: The Ocean: I'll always be there looking over your shoulder

alone I walk the winding way
it's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger
I'll live to die another day, until I fade away
why give up, why give in...it's not enough, it never is
so I will go on until the end

- Breaking Benjamin, "until the end"

Nightmare…that is what hit this place, my new residence. I can not bring myself to call it home and suspect that this will always be the case. It is no use to dwell over what has passed though, there is not a thing that I can do to change it now. Lochsme is dead, Billis is dead with Rondi and the plains of Meyene far behind. Days of pain followed the burning of Solira, pain and destruction. I stumbled around in something approaching delirium for the better part of a week. Perhaps I would have recovered sooner had I sought the aid of one they call Seer. It is my understanding that those so called have a certain power to heal. I was in no state to do anything that coherent however and even had I been I would not have sought such help. This power of theirs makes me uneasy, it leaves me feeling helpless and that is not a feeling I have ever liked.

Uselessness is a feeling I like even less but that is what I have been these days passed, while those who hold affinity to water and earth repaired the land and cleaned the sea I could do nothing to help the people who now hold my loyalties. Frustration grew from that uselessness and I admit that it has not been kind to my temper. This night I walk the lonely shores with that storm cloud of a mood still lingering just below the surface, if I do not find some sort of employment for myself soon I am likely to snap. The natural healing process is more or less complete now though my skin still tingles in the places where it burned. I have not bothered to examine myself for any permanent damages but I suspect there are none…bloody magic.

Still, those ungodly fumes did their worst it seems and my mind has been a muddle ever since. Any attempts to remember what I had done, who I had met or spoken to just before the skies began to rain fire have returned nothing but foggy emptiness…yet another thing to fuel my frustration. I did not expect to find anyone else wandering the beach at this hour, most of the others have been so busy of late that they slept like the dead when they got the chance. They have not the energy to be hit by the restlessness that plagues me just now. It is around midnight that I happen upon him, a thin bay stallion who I have never seen before. I do not know the names of all who dwell on these shores but I have seen them all from a distance at least. This is not a familiar face and more importantly not a familiar smell.

All the same he moves with ease and confidence of one who knows the ground beneath his feet well and so I am left with observations that do not agree. Perhaps he is one who has not been here since well before the burning then. It is none of my business but in my present mood it does not take much to set me off and that thought does it. My steps take me near to him and my voice slips out into the night in harsh, accusing tones. “Where have you been to escape unscathed?”

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Call me JANTZ for that is my name. Watch out for my 16.2hh, dark LIVER CHESTNUT coated person for I have the potential to be deadly. Trust what I know for I have spent SEVEN long years learning it. The blood of DON, GRONINGEN, TRAKEHNER, MUSTANG, ARABIAN & FRIESIAN runs in my veins. Do not ask the names of my parents for I remember them not. Look for me in SOLIRA under the heading of SPY, know my class as ESPIONAGE within which I hold the rank of NONE and mark my element as UNLEARNED. Tie my heart strings to LOCHSME until the day I die and trace my blood down to BILLIS & RONDI. My strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both my creation and my words.