Luka Tomasdottir
Be quiet.
Please.
Stop.
You don't listen to me anymore. It's like I'm talking to a wall. Words won't do. I've screamed at you for so long that I have no voice. There are no more words. I will never speak again. So I write, hoping you will read these words and leave me alone.
Day after day you speak to me. At first, I thought you were Aiding Thunder. Even when the kodan outside the village said he was gone.
Actually, no—they only said his voice wasn't his own. I thought maybe he was still out there. I thought the warriors of Still Waters Speaking had rashly exiled one of their own in an act of paranoid delusion. Surely the same kodan I met in Frostgorge Sound, the kodan I shared stories with by the fire in Safewatch Vale, could not have turned to madness so easily.
So I followed the voice. His voice. I followed it west, across the lake where Svanir was turned.
The voice asked me if I wanted to see Aiding Thunder again. Asked me if I wanted to learn the secrets of the kodan.
I said yes. Raven's eyes, I said yes. I didn't even stop to ask why Aiding Thunder's voice would ask such things of me. I didn't stop to think.
Aiding Thunder emerged from the passage leading down into the frozen lake. He told me to follow him, and we journeyed through the valley unhindered. The creatures that had nipped at my heels not hours before were now granting safe passage. I thought that was strange, to be sure, but I paid it no mind. Perhaps they feared the mighty kodan that was guiding me. Perhaps they had just feasted on some other unfortunate creature, and I was spared simply by lack of appetite.
The kodan took me to these ruins and told me everything I'd ever wanted to know. Not just about the kodan, but every race in Tyria. The Mists. All that was past, and all that is present. I had asked for knowledge, and I recieved it. I recieved so much that I was forced to stop writing as my hands bled.
But the voice continued to speak. I looked up and Aiding Thunder was gone. The voice remained. The voice began to change. It was no longer Aiding Thunder's.
It was yours.
Jormag. I beg you. Stop whispering to me.
I can listen no longer.
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