OOC-New Effort

November 25, 2009

Hey all I decided that since this Kamillia is on hold for now, that I would start up a new blog for another Kamillia I created. I know. I’m completely original with names. She’s not in WoW, but in Aion. I recently started this new blog, like yesterday, so there isn’t much there at the moment, but there should be in the next few days/weeks to come. Check it out. http://www.daevaoftruth.wordpress.com

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OOC- On hold…

November 12, 2009

So a few things have happened ICly and it’s sort of snuffed out the last of my desire to RP, for now. So until that flame is sparked again this blog is being shelved. I may come back to this eventually, but for now it’s not something I’m enjoying doing. Thanks to all my loyal readers.

Goodnight… Travel well…

November 10, 2009

WoWScrnShot_111009_005325The unknown distance to the great beyond
Stares back at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow by the holy sun
My spirit moans with a sacred pain
And it’s quiet now
The universe is standing still

There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing we can do now
There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing we can do now

And all that stands between the souls release ?
This temporary flesh and bone
We know that it’s over now
I feel my faded mind begin to roam

Every time you fall
And every time you try
Every foolish dream
And every compromise
Every word you spoke
And everything you said
Everything you left me, rambles in my head

There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing I can do now
There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing I can do now

Up above the world so high

And everything you loved
And every time you try
Everybody’s watching
Everybody cry

Stay, don’t leave me
The stars can’t for your sign
Don’t signal now

And there’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing I can do now
There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing we can do now

Goodnight, travel well
Goodnight, travel well

And there’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing I can do now

**Lyrics written by Brandon Flowers of The Killers**

Journal Entry 1

November 7, 2009

The nurses and my mentor suggested I begin keeping a new journal, assuming I was keeping one before. I may have been but cannot recall.

I’m a bit unsure of what I put in such a journal. They suggested keeping a list and detailed description of my dreams and any other slight memories that I think could be considered memories.

My dreams are strange, really. I always feel as though I am walking through a fog on some landscape that is no where that I recognize. I can never see anything around me clearly, but I see people. Not their faces, but their outlines. Silhouettes in the fog. I can hear them speaking, but I do not recognize the voices nor can I tell what they speak of. They walk past me as if they don’t see me standing in the mist that envelopes us all. I continue to wander about in the mist until I wake in my bed.

There’s really no way to explain such a dream. I can only imagine that it’s all some sort of mental metaphor for what hazy memories I still hold. Each day I find myself knowing and recognizing more and more. I even remembered a bit the other evening. I was walking with Van through the snowy landscape of Dun Morogh when he brought me to a clearing. He showed me a broken fragment from a beer Stein that was used during the Brewfest holiday festivities. I remembered there being booths there that sold cheese and where the small stage was set, but everything else in my memory was the same as my dreams; covered in a fog.

I wonder if the fog will ever clear from my mind. I am hopeful that it will. Each day I continue to search the house in hopes that I might find my lost journal and thus be able to learn more about my past.

My search for my adopted daughter also continues. None of the clerks seem to have any information on her whereabouts. If she is, as Van says, with someone else I only hope that they are caring for her well, and that she is happy where ever she is. Regardless, I have a duty to her and an obligation as a parent to find her. I will find her.