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Confused. A little confused. Though, really, I was confused about a great deal of things. I was in a state that could be accurately described as delirium. Or maybe even amnesia.
I keep feeling like there's something I'm missing that I shouldn't be. Something I should be able to recall easily, but it just isn't there. Could it be my birth I'm thinking of? How I came to be in this world? Or figures of the past yet elusive to me still, I just cannot pull back from the ether of my memories. They end at a certain point. And in that, I mean their beginning, it ends at a certain point when I begin going back and back. Like playing an old recording on film reel. Most of the reel is white, until it begins showing images that stops until now in the present, and the reel only continues when I do.
Who gave me this name? '"Muna"? Who made Muna? And what was their plan for me?
What was I supposed to do?
All I've ever known is that, this world is vast, and full of terrible things and good things. And it seems the terrible things have gotten a head start at outweighing the good things. And Majordomo. He's always been there, keeping me on my hooves. At times, I wouldn't know what I'd have done without him. I have him to thank for my survival up to this point.
I remember being a wildling, always taking care to be out of sight of others as I'd grab food and retreat to where no one else was lingering. I was scared once. I feared to be seen, or known. I became like a ghostly presence using my powers over minds. I only sat observer to these humes and their days to days, plights and wonders. What was the name of that village I'd always stuck near? It grew into a town. Zahnlauf. That was it. A prosperous place untouched by the Final War in the continent of heroes. Nothing but happy times and good memories. And so intoxicating, that feeling. It even made me want to join in sometimes, and experience these things with the humans side by side. I know that mortals and immortals share a world, and in the Imperial Seat, the classes of those who have achieved immortality intermingle daily with those still seeking it. I just always was shy of the idea. They had their own gods, those people, and so I didn't know how they would react to a new one. The festivals they threw in the spring and the fall, and the winter were spectacles. I regret never having joined in. If only I'd learned how to disguise myself sooner.
That place, sadly, did not last. It really showed me what this world is coming to, and what the Final War did entail. For so long, many have thought it was contained solely to the Sword Continent where the Samurai would face HEUS's legion every second of every minute. Never to leave the Rubic Ocean's confines. But it did.
Zahnlauf township was torn apart by the monsters of the Dark One. The Night Gaunts fell upon the runners, and the Cultists summoned the specters of the Afterseas to cleanse it all. It was a total genocide. I won't ever forget that horrid sight.
