April 30, 3524
Here we are, camped at the gates of what could well be our final adventure, and while the others prattle on about power and discovery, I know too well the truth we're walking into. It's funny, in a dark sort of way, how they see only the promise and not the peril. I’ve walked these shadows before, seen what the flame can do, the price it demands. Yet, here I stand, indifferent to the fate that awaits us. Maybe it’s the years of wandering or the countless disappointments, but I’m beyond fearing the end. Tomorrow, I'll lead us down into the heart of it all. If the flame can be claimed, it will be mine. If not, well, at least I won’t have to hear any more grand plans and naive dreams.
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The night wraps around me, an old lover to a sod like me. Here I sit, at the edge of ancient stones, with nothing but my pipe for company, the others asleep or pretending to be.... citadel fools all of them. I must admit it would have been a challenge to reach here without them. Their usefulness grows thin.
I know the tales better than any of them, know the raw, devouring power it promises. And yet, here I am, drawn like a moth to that inferno, not for glory or redemption but for the sheer, piercing need to feel something more than this numbing parade of days.
So, tomorrow, we face the flame. Will it be my ending or my awakening? At this point, neither seems like a loss. Whatever that flame has to offer, I'll take it — and maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough to stir this tired soul.
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