I long for the cold bite of the ice that I felt so long ago. How cruel a fate this is, longing for sensations I no longer remember. I came to this place in desperation, with a question that I wasn't sure I wanted answered. The only slivers of memory I have left are recorded in this journal. Before I was risen. Back when I shed my mortal form, and gave everything to the ice. I sought to continue my research past the point of my body's breaking point. What better way than to be rid of it entirely. How angry I must have been when it was all stripped away from me despite my sacrifice. And then came the light. Risen in a strange new world. Beset on all sides by those who wished me dead, though I did not know why. But now I find myself back where my journey began. Back to the crypt where I was reborn for the first time. Others weep for me, having walked through the ruins of my past once again. I do not want them to. There is a certain comfort to this place, although the pain is still present. The past is a fickle matter. So forward in the mind, yet so far behind us. I do not know if I regret becoming an exo. As different as I have become, I dont know that I'm the same person who decided to at all.
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The Journal of Sâbyr-13
FanfictionThis is a collection of stories depicting my main character from Destiny, the exo warlock Sabyr-13, and her interactions with different characters and events in the story of the game and in my own headcannon. These are depictions of events that take...
