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oday... I turn fifty years old... My home however, has aged by centuries. Even the land I stand on isn't the same as it was back then. I pondered these thoughts as I scoured the changed ocean, on a beach that I had grown up near. Once, a kingdom stood here, it was torn apart by my own half brother. Little did I know how much good he was doing. Miles from here I first discovered what I could do... That, was centuries ago. The thought never escapes me; I'm only fifty, yet my home world has aged so much. I haven't aged a day since I was twenty-five. I can't help but remind myself of these thoughts, regardless of where I go. Every time I study the past, trying to find out what happened since I left... I brewed over these thoughts, watching a shadow in the water approach me. That was the day I died. At least my body died... It took that from me, as everything else had already been taken. I was told I had a job, I was told the universe needed me. What do I need in the universe though? What else do I have left?
I've managed to get my 'Body' back since then. In a way. I've also found a way to tie my 'pets' to me wherever I go. I figure now, of all times, is when I start studying my own history; rather than what was around me. So, this is page one in the journal of my life... My memories...
If anyone should find it, I hope it provides you guidance where I have had none. I wish it will provide you hope, when there may be none... I want you to know, that even in the darkest of dark, that there cannot be dark without light. In all the places I've been, I found that to be a permanent truth. There is always light.
