Out of the Shadows of the Past

gaze upon the stars and keep on staring at them, for it seems that they do want to speak of something—something that, beyond doubt, is my heart’s longing. I feel that as I fix my eyes on them, they are whispering freedom, they are whispering peace. The things I constantly hunger for, the things I need, the things I can’t find anywhere else, but here, alone on the roof with my blissful friends–the vast sky, the radiant moon, and the brilliant stars–Are they saying something? Or are they servants of a Paramount One who really wants to converse with me? These questions will hunt me until the day I find answers.

   Bribble went out of the city with his master to buy new slaves in Plamaehan, the nearest city which is a two to three days journey by horse. I miss him, and he will be away for about almost a week – my only friend and my best friend who has been with me since I was a child, if my memory serves me right. A past which we hardly remember, and how funny it is that most of us can’t remember or don’t want to speak of the past.

   This past few weeks are too different and I keep on asking myself, am I really a slave? I can feel that something is hindering me from the truth, or am I feeling this because I’m tired of this kind of life? This is not the life I want, and I do want something new, something that will make my heart alive, free, and adventurous. I yearn for something that will make my heart stronger, braver, and wiser. I feel that I want to go under a risk, in the midst of danger—things that will test me and things that will prove who I really am, and what I was made for. I believe everything has its purpose and I’m willing to find mine no matter what it takes. Soon—I hope to find all the answers or someone will kindly tell me what this life really is.

—Drinn of Hywel