Arrival At A Deserted Town And Meetings With Fate

Dear diary,
good news! I arrived somewhere! I don't know where I am and there doesn't seem to be a lot going on, but it's something right? Since I found no one who seemed approachable, I decided to run to where they had described the cotton fields to be. Winter could arrive at any time and since they have both food and water aplenty as well as a house, I thought I'd look for some prey on the way and gather some cotton for better cold protection.
 
As I was out hunting, I encountered a strange man with a scarred hand who spoke of there being fire gods to worship who would grant one powers over fire if only one believed enough in them. I remained for a silent prayer with him wanting to encourage his faith and maybe find something to believe in for myself as well. I don't know who he is and he sounded very convinced of what he said, but after I saw that his hand had been burned before I realized that he was probably on the wrong track too. If the fire gods are out there and want to be worshiped, why would they hurt the one stumbling over his feet to serve them? Perhaps I am too young to try to understand the gods. I will never worship them again.
 
Luckily, my faith in the divine was restored soon after, as I met something that could only be good and warm and loving. It would never hurt me. I took its hand and it offered to fulfill me a wish, but I didn't have anything worth wishing for I realized. There was nothing left to tie me to anywhere, to offer me a home. I had no friends, no one to want to fight for but myself, no idea of my abilities and no specific goals to chase. What could there be to wish for in this cold lonely night in the wilderness but the warmth of a friend and safety. As I mentioned that, it used its magic to bring me right outside of the town in an instant. I was amazed. I couldn't stop smilling. But then I realized that this meant it was going back. Going back to wherever it had been residing before. Our time was soon to end soon and I still hadn't spoken any big wish. As it encouraged me to ask for more, I hugged it and lingered in its warmth. It was better than the warm blanket of my childhood home. It was more loving than my parents ever were with me. It was everything. So I asked for my true wish, for now I knew of one and that was, for it to stay with me as a friend. I think I saddened it, if such light can ever feel such dark emotions. It shook its head and I understood in my heart that it had somewhere else to be. Benevolence is never fast or widespread enough. It still had work to do. I nodded and asked if there was any way for me to see it again and from its hand I took the most beautiful blossom of them all, one of innocence and a sweet promise of reunion. Then it departed, fading in the light of a warm summer. Now I carry this fragile heirloom with me and wait for the time when I will call for it and perhaps... this time it will stay. I might never know though, for I am afraid to try. It might leave without a trace and then, I'll be left in the darkness of those woods once more.