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It has taken rather longer than I had intended, but the latest section of Xandra the Historian’s tale is up. The process of working out what and how he is to discover the truth about himself is interesting to say the least. Although I can tell at this time where he is headed, just how he will travel and what he will find along the way are still only vague ghosts in the mist. But as the Reverend Father might say, we must simply start the journey now, for there is no time but the present.

There is Only One Thing

In which we meet Xandra the Wanderer, whose story this is, and learn something of the life of an Acolyte Initiate Historian. How well I remember my training! The tale is to be found in the Story Section.

“This, then is the Curse of the Historian: never to be able to truly remember, and never to be able to completely forget.”

THIS IS the Place: the where is here;
THIS IS the Time: the when is now;
THIS IS the Person: the who is I;
THIS IS the Act: the what is do;
THIS IS the Way: the how is thus;
THIS IS the Reason: the why is….

The why is….

Ah. But to see the WHY, we must go back. Back to the Beginning, and before the beginning of the Beginning.

Almost anything will do.

Out here, near the very edges of the settled areas, the wind makes all the sound. The voices have been stilled. Whether willingly, or because of response to some outside force, no one knows. And they can not know, because there are no voices to break the silence.

If no one speaks, how are we to know the truth? And when they do speak, how will we know it is they who say the words? And how will we judge the truth of those words?

Only by the witness of our lives.