Twelfth Month, 7, 1313
Hello Marcus!
I suppose you're wondering what this is supposed to be and why I have a note on it telling you to read it. Well. this is the only way I've been able to think of to talk to you. I mean, you're asleep when I'm not. So when you're done reading this, write an answer on the next page.
Anyways, you probably still don't have a really clear idea what happened, do you Marcus? At least that's what Mr. Koshika and the others told me. Well, let's see if I can help. The short of this is, well, you died in the war. Don't get mad or anything! I can explain!
Idama told me some of the story. He said you got in a fight with one of the demons who invaded, and got hit with some spell that tore your soul apart and kept it here. Well, you sorta became undead after that. But don't worry, we helped you!
It looks like you got ripped in two. One part lingered around where you died. The other went on to become a weird sort of zombie. That part was dispelled, the zombie part. The other, we tried to cleanse away the dark energy. When we did, those portions of you came back as kind of ghost. But you were really incomplete and weren't about to do much except possess people. And you possessed Deeum.
Well, I guess that did kinda complete you. We could talk at least, I don't know if you remember that or not. But you were really confused, and you didn't know the invasion was over. When you saw that you were in Deeum's body, you though someone played a trick on you; I think you said something about a Mephistopholes? But anyways, you said we were probably trying to trick you for Malachias, before Deeum could get control back.
After that, I felt kind of sorry for you, you're not the first person with a shattered soul that I've seen. So I let you use my body, so you wouldn't be helpless and everything. I don't know what happened after that, I wasn't awake for it, really. But...well...
I don't really know what we should do now. I guess we're stuck together, unless you want to be dispelled or something. I guess that could work. Oh! My name's Yoko, before I forget to tell you!
Reshtara, 7, 1313.
Having read through your letter, or entry as it were, I must say it is all rather hard to believe.
I don't feel dead. I suppose that is a silly thing to say, but it is the truth. I don't truly feel any different than I did before I fought that demon. Well...aside from the physical differences between your body and mine. That will take a bit of getting used to, especially when people call me 'Miss' or 'Lady'. But back to my point: I still feel alive. I don't remember any of these events you have wrote here. Given that we have never even spoken to each other, it is a little hard to believe actually exist. I know that sounds cruel to say, but it does feel that way. You are awake when I am not. Aside from this journal, the only evidence I have of your existence is what others tell me.
But, I cannot deny that something is wrong. Idama had shown me my own corpse, I cannot deny that. My white magic no longer works as it should, No doubt you have noticed a slight burn on our, or should I say your, arm, I apologize for that, I tried to heal it, and it did not work quite as it should. This, more than anything else, is proof that something is wrong. I have always been faithful in following Ashura, yet now my magic wavers.
I have become undead, it seems. An affront to everything that lives and breathes. I have become what Ashura reviles the most. I feel alive, I breath...through your body. I don't feel any taint of death at all. Yet I can't deny that I saw my own corpse, and that this body is yours. I have no right to exist anymore. I shouldn't be here. If I knew how, I would just let go. Yet that would make me even more damned in the eyes of Ashura, for suicide is forbidden.
I have no idea what I'm going to do, or why I'm even here. I'm thankful that you gave me a this second chance, but I have no idea what I'm going to do with it.
I should stop complaining. I'll think of something in time. In the meantime, I don't know anything about you, Miss Yoko. Given that we are sharing the same body, I suppose we need to remedy that. I am Marcus Graysun, white mage and follower of Ashura, for what the latter is worth now. I was a simple healer and apothacary.
In particular, I want to ask one question: What exactly did you mean when you when you wrote that I am not the first with a shattered soul that you have seen? <p>------------------
Greetings, large black person. Let us not forget to form a team up together and go into the country to inflict the pain of our karate feets on some ass of the giant lizard person.
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Edited by: Uncle Pervy at: 1/2/04 7:20 am