Uvlius: The Seer & The Spear
Journal Entry I: A Journey into Chaos
In the many volumes that clutter my shelves—each spine bending under the weight of forgotten spells, long-winded treaties, and ominous warnings written in languages even I dare not speak—I find that the tales of wizards seldom begin with their ascension to power. No, they start, as all such stories must, with a great folly, a misstep so grand that it forever alters the course of their existence. I write now not to boast of my wisdom, for I am wise only in the sense that I know what it is to be a fool.
It is said that one must be wary when seeking the truth, for the truth has a tendency to stare back. What they fail to mention, however, is that it may also take your eyes in exchange for such knowledge. The spear—my cursed, blessed spear—lies beside me as I write, its phosphorus light seeping through the thick cloth I drape over it, as if eager to burn my secrets into this parchment.
I remember the day I found it, though "found" may be too generous a word. The spear found me, called to me from the depths of some forgotten place, an artefact of such ancient power that it should have been left to rot in the darkness. But no, I was too curious, too hungry for the answers that eluded me, for the visions I could not quite see.
In hindsight, the first warning sign was not the blinding light that erupted from its tip as I pulled it from the earth. It was the silence that followed—a stillness so profound that it felt as though the world had held its breath. And then, with a single pulse, it took my sight, snatching it from me as if it were nothing more than a price to be paid.
Yet in that darkness, something stirred. Not within my mind, but beyond it—threads of thought, of reality itself, unraveling and knitting themselves into patterns only I could perceive. I was blind, yes, but what was sight compared to the infinite tapestry that spread before me, woven of light and shadow, of futures and pasts, of all that was and all that could be?
Still, I am not fool enough to believe this gift was without its costs. The spear glows with a light that only I can see, a radiance that guides me, yes, but also binds me. It pulls me towards places I would rather not go, and shows me things I would rather not see. And yet, like a moth to a flame, I cannot help but follow.
It is a curious thing to be a Seer, to walk between the worlds of the known and the unknown, to dance on the edge of reason and madness. I wonder, as I sit here, if I was ever truly whole before I lost my eyes. Or perhaps it is only in their absence that I can truly see. The duality of my existence weighs heavily upon me, yet it is also the source of my power.
For now, I write, because it is all I can do to keep the visions at bay. The spear whispers in the dark, and I know that the worst is yet to come. But for tonight, let this be enough.
Tomorrow, the journey into chaos continues.
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