Before heading off for Windemere Lyra kneels in the makeshift temple of her childhood, clutching the holy symbol gifted to her by her mother. At this point she isn’t sure who she is even talking to, her deity or her mother…..maybe a little of both.
I don’t know what to do. I am so confused. I feel angry, and terrified, and heart broken, not to mention helpless. Duncaster has been all but destroyed, demons and armies are pillaging across Auchindale, and for reasons very unclear to me the only people I trust in Dannorah, outside of Cassandra, have gone and aligned themselves with a dragon….A DROGON!
I always believed the stories of the rule of the dragons came from at least some truth. But the idea that a dragon still remains free would be unbelievable to me had the story come from anyone else. Still I was always comforted by the tale that men and women of faith were able to banish these evil rulers, and bring us into an age of prosperity. So, it concerns me greatly that my friends have so easily agreed to help this dragon release its mother from the prison our ancestors banished her to.
I know the belief that Pelor has been deceitful and is somehow behind all this turmoil has certainly lent a hand to my friend’s trust of this dragon. I can’t say I blame them there, something is not right. The days are far too long and too hot, and that does seem that it would be the workings of the God of the sun. Not to mention the holy hell that so called cleric put us all through. Somehow this is clearly all tied to Pelor.
But if I have learned anything from my faith and study of religion it is that a man of God does not always represent his God well. It’s ironic that sometimes the worst thing to happen to a God is the church. I know the workings of the Gods are not always meant for us to understand, but these demons running free and the unpredictability of the sun is causing people to turn away from the Gods, to question everything they thought to be true, and that is a scary thing.
Are the Gods at war? How do we survive a war of the Gods? Are we even meant to? The last time the Gods wared the races of today did not yet exist, and its power nearly split Dannorah in half.
We head to Windemere next. I don't know what we are going to find when we get there. But I find myself wondering if my father will be there. Is he ok? I don't know if I want to find him or not, but it angers me that I have spent so much time concerning myself with him. He has never taken the time to concern himself with me, and so many more people and problems deserve my concern over him. Yet he is on my mind. I know carrying this anger with me will not help, but I can't seem to rid myself of it.
I don’t know what to do, and I need your guidance more than I have ever needed your guidance. I want to make you proud, I am just feeling a little lost right now. Please be with me, be with my friends, and be with Cassandra and those left in Duncaster….be with us all. Thank you for all of the blessings you have given me in this life and for guiding me this far………………..Amen
Letting go of her holy symbol Lyra stands, wipes away the tears on her cheeks, and walks out of her childhood temple to find her friends and with their help hopefully bring some peace back to Dannorah.