Wanderer of Abbelon Memoirs (1)

See you tomorrow, then?

4 words, 18 letters and a single question.

For someone like me, who travels the world;

It is more that just a statement, a question or a request.

It is a promise, a wish and a goal, one that lasts a lifetime.

It is promise to see them again, a wish to live for them to live longer and a goal to continue pushing onwards.

The sentimentality of it goes beyond a simple goodbye

But little less than a greeting;

They say, in this world, good greeting can start a new story

And a bad ending can make a good legend,

Hlair sequid Illin mir surtea voe

(It only takes but a single word to start a meaning for something)

Illiaus admir to

(A hundred to continue it)

Illioer asten to

(A thousand to expand it)

Mil Illiauserth dilh to

(And a hundred thousand to end it.)

Said the wisest of all wise men.

So, why is it that a single question has the power to end a journey that will span the course of history?

Nevertheless, I will bear witness to it, the story that will continue for millennias to pass.

For that is my purpose, my story.

Now, will you continue yours for me?

- Mairhom : Fhulgrix Miyr Saqhuid, The Wanderer of Abbelon

- On a languid springtime day. Atop a hill and underneath a withered Frahl tree that overlooks a field of blooming flowers. The 1st perennial moonlit day. Rain of stars, Kluros. 27th cycle in the Exclesian Norii Calendar.