Of Soul And Spirit

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I woke up late today. Sunlight scattered across Steve's Farm, and riders swarm across the ground. Their noise troubles Darkmoon, one of my horses. She's an Umbra- a kind of magic horse- and very young compared to many of my horses, so it's not surprising. 

We did a simple race together, and that seemed to help calm her.

I did some stable chores, to help pay for my stable and stay, and we are about to head out together now. There's a ghost I need to meet.

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There was a wagon on the road in our way. It went spinning and all of the supplies went flying all along the road. Farah, the girl who was driving it, seemed nice, so I helped her. Apparently they're going to Valedale to set up a druidic style tack store? I do hope Farah and her owl make it to Valedale safely.

Perhaps I'll check them out later.

Darkmoon and I made it to the tomb shortly afterwards.

I've spoken with him before, but I...

I dislike how rigid he is. I feel I must lie in order to do what I came to do. I want to help. I don't need to swear oaths or answer trivia!

Perhaps I'm just nervous at the prospect of being without Darkmoon. I rely on her... And all my horses. They feel like my only friends.

Enough procrastinating. I have to go in.

And hope.

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I went up to Valedale to speak with Elizabeth about the shard of Aideen's Light I obtained. She doesn't really seem to know what she's doing, but that's okay. I think I'll be able to  make it past the scarecrows this time, if I'm careful. If Darkmoon is careful, really.

I did run into Farah in Valedale. Apparently, she was a city kid striving to learn and remember the druidic ways. It reminds me of myself, in a way. 

I want to help her, I really do

But something is nagging at me... Something is wrong. I'm not... 

I'm not who they think I am.

I'm not who I  think I am.

I'm not... sure. Of anything.