Journal Entry #4

Ihlet'Hal, 1000 YAR

The Coliseum of Ragna is quite impressive and I welcome the distraction of ceremonial combat.

 

After arriving last night, I had another vision, no doubt brought upon by the silence. In it, I see myself dressed in a beautiful gown lined in gold. I offer weapons – two swords – to a woman. I can see the details of the weapons clearly as if the blanket of stars above has laid their design upon my lap, but I cannot see her face. Who do I give these weapons to? Do I give them to the hands that accept them… or to the spectral figures I see stretching out for miles beyond?

Matron Seven was a curious woman. When I was not required to tour the grounds with the Princess Elect or her Warrior Elite, I spent my time watching her forge.

When she handed me the blades, they were exactly as I saw them.

Dysis