You call it dreams, I call it a curse. I am
quite familiar now with the pain...and that
voice. She came upon me in the night and
delivered her message to me in a violent arc of
engery. My body arched and writhed with pain
as my mind was flooded with vision. This, my
friends, is what the Sight left with me for
you:

My blurry vision was beginning to restore
itself and I found myself in a clearing. A
large post stood in the center of this clearing
bearing arrows that pointed towards each of
many paths that left from the clearing. They
were written in a language foriegn to me and so
I stood awkward and confused.

Then I heard a noise and I turned and saw a
woman. She approached me and with a glowing
hand reached into my chest and drew forth
something I could only describe as my soul.
She smiled pleasantly into my eyes and any fear
that I might have had was banished from my
mind. She took the glowing yellow gossamer and
laid it in my hands.

Her eyes caught mine again and she directed my
sight to one of the exits of the glade and I
heard her unspoken direction to follow it. She
walked beside me, her eyes always on me and we
started down one of the paths.

The trees were dense and thick on either side
of the path but I could see faintly, others
walking down similar paths. I looked at my
companion quizzically and she directed my eyes
back to the others. I noticed that they
carried different coloured bundles than I did
and that their paths were quickly diverging
from mine.

My mind was allowed less time to wander as we
proggressed. It became an effort to continue
down the path. The filament that I carried in
my hands seemed to pulse with my effort and I
could feel a sort of energy flow from it into
me.

I lifted my head from my toil and I saw a light
in the distance, it pulsed with the same colour
though greater intensity than did my package.
It was a strange feeling, though. I sought an
explanation for this journey for what was
happening to me, but I knew the light was the
end of the path and it put a fear in me.

I looked to my companion for explanation, but I
found I was alone. I also saw others, poor
wretches, resting on the edge of the path.
They hadn't the energy to continue and I knew
they would never find it.

The light in the distance grew brighter as it
grew closer and I could see it was a lake, a
lake of yellow light. And as I approached a
woman turned to address me. She was beautiful,
the perfect incarnation of woman, and she held
a gleaming sword and wore a crown that declared
her divine.

She looked at me with a smile, but it wasn't a
smile of compassion or of joy, but one of
satisfaction. I fell before her on my knees
and offered up to her my bundle. She took it
from me, unfolded it and laid it on the surface
of the lake. I watched as the fabric slowly
diffused and became part of the lake and I
smiled in spite of myself.

I felt complete. I felt now that I was part of
something greater than myself and that this
place had always called to me. I knew the toil
of the path was worth this feeling of bliss
that was visited on upon me in that moment. I
knew that it required a certain strength few
had to reach the end of the path and I knew
that those that followed other paths to their
end had no less strength than I. I knew that
that strength was called faith and I knew in
that moment that all who kept their faith were
rewarded as I was.

Fare thee well, my friends, and merry Logosmas.
Seer Fetzer

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 236 AF.