Catryn — EP7 Journal

I've been waiting and searching my whole life to find out where I belong and how I fit into the intricacies of this world. I was born in the river, and now, finally I know who I am. I found my meaning of who I want to be. And I've avoided it for so, so long. But I can't unsee the woman I saw at Crystal remembrance, the strongest observance held for the briefest of time. I feel all of their energies, but her force I feel the most. The school of mysteries has been on my mind for some time now. Since childhood. Oh, to teach anyone willing to learn beyond the knowledge and skill they have now. What a city we could be. What a city we are. But what we could be. Figulus knew where he was sending me. To the tree of Tipo, the mysterious tree. He wanted me to see my beginnings. The moment he enacted Zed, he created me and saved the Crimson children. He knew the repercussions, but still did it. I know he knew exactly who I was when he met me in my childhood. Sitting on that wood stump at six winters, right outside the scriveners booth, trying to learn from those men that would shoo me away. I would have been in a grave if it were not for Figulus. Either death by the hands of men or death by complacency. The ley lines that run through the city. We can't be the only ones that know about it. Tipo knew it was Tipo knew it. And he's an ancient being from a time that no longer exists. I've seen the immaculate power that it holds. And Figulus has tapped into it. The cognizantry will never stop coming for him. And now maybe for me. I owe my life to Weisa. Her being there for me has shown me a love I cannot fathom. And her ability to love has given me the strength. Hopefully, the gift I have for her is a small token of my love for her. Something is coming. That much is clear. It's time to get ready.