Dakeria's Journey (English Edition)

Chapter 1: "Where the hell have i ended up here?"

…she remembered… the darkness… loneliness… and a voice among many…

Dakeria opened her eyes and looked at the blue sky. For a moment, she lay motionless. Then she realized her body was gasping for air… - wait, her body?

Indeed… she raised an arm.

Apparently, she had entered the world of the living

…Strange…

She took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. After getting used to it, she tried to stand up. Her legs were shaky, and it took a few attempts to maintain her balance.Cautiously, she took her first steps – and fell into the grass.

Grrrr!

She felt the earth beneath her. Smelled the scent of flowers and heard the chirping of birds. Why was she here?She slowly looked around.

She found herself on a hillside bordered by trees. In the distance, she could make out a small village. The houses looked strange, as if they were directly connected to nature. Trees seemed to form entire parts of the buildings…

Ionia.

That was what this land was called.

How did she know that? Strange. It was as if this knowledge had always been there, as natural as ever.

Dakeria spotted a puddle and saw her reflection for the first time.

She had taken the form of a pale woman. Her skin was almost snow-white, as if she had never spent a single day in the light, and her hair was raven-black and so long that it fell past her hips. Her eyes were also pale – almost ice-blue, her reflection stared back at her. She could perhaps be from Freljord… if her body were more muscular and less delicate…

!!!

Where did all this knowledge come from?

She sat down and buried her head in her hands, trying desperately to remember SOMETHING…

…hadn’t the Lost once talked about it?

The souls of the dead, brought to their realm by Kindred… where she ruled over them. It couldn’t really be called ruling. Ever since her sister had blinded her at the beginning of time, she could not see her realm. But she felt the souls, heard their thoughts… while she herself was chained to her world.

The souls feared her. But she didn’t know why. She was their mistress, yes. The realm of the dead was her home.

At least, it was until that spirit came, who refused to accept his death.

She tried desperately to remember what happened next.

She remembered chains. Darkness. Loneliness. Sahn-Uzal’s lust for power.

And… after an eternity… other voices. Living voices.…that voice…Right.

There had been that voice.

One of many voices.

She heard it whisper… hateful, insane… but it was there. It had been her only companion for a long time. Now, it felt as if this voice had always been a friend. A friend who was no longer there…

Maybe this voice had called her. Maybe it was her destiny to find this voice. A naive thought, surely – but then at least she would have a goal.

She took one last look at this new, strange form in the water that she now represented. Dakeria seemed satisfied with her form. But she was overcome with shame as she realized she wore nothing. She frantically looked around for something to cover herself with - but found nothing. However, she noticed a black Poro panting at her curiously.