I have been lost, for many months I have wandered this strange and unfamiliar land, I have met brigands, thieves, tall men of honour and the holy men, yet I have felt affinity with none.
Walking dead have attempted to ally with me yet I am not one of them, they seem somehow broken, those with hollow mouths have befriended me yet I feel no friendship, constructed things have tried to slay me and I have made them weep.
I am viewed as a broken thing, I see pity in their eyes, I see fear in their eyes, I see jealousy and a broken, sinister, longing in their eyes but most of all I see murder in their smiles.
I feel drawn, I feel a pull, my brothers call to me, I shall find them.
Sleep is a distant memory, I feel fingers bleed at their clawing of the earth, rampant screams to be set free, I hear them all…….. I shall free them all.
My first steps take me to the deserts, to wander the dunes is pleasure, for no life should be here yet I still hear my brethren call, I shall find them.
Dig them up like gold from stone. I am a miner but not of wealth of the pocket but of the soul.