Ommran

My name is Ommran; I am an Immortal.

My birth remains a vivid memory; it is cast in stone buried deep in my heart.
My first recollection of life is as I lay by my brother Theron’s side; his cry for attention helped to mask the fear I felt.

I still recall my mother’s beautiful face lying amid the afterbirth, a look of absolute denial shadowing her profile. Even now as I recall the pain she subjected me too with her duplicity, I know I will always love her. Her denial haunts me. Why did she abandon me and allow the inhumanity of my sacrifice. Memories linger, mine will never relinquish their grip on my soul.

When the Oracle propelled me into the unknown universe, I thought my soul lost forever. Feeling alone I reached out for someone, anyone, but it seemed no one heard my plea. The rejection I felt at the time forged a divide through my being that lasts to this present time.

How long I drifted in the vastness of space I do not know. Finally my cries grew silent for I had no more tears to shed. I was resolved to my fate. The belief I would perish, still wakes me from slumber now: sleep is no reprieve for those who live their lives as Immortals. I gave up hope, thinking I was abandoned. I remember how despondent I felt, as I became engulfed by the renouncement of my birth and the darkness, which gathered about me.

Those dark days of gloom still cling to my memories, like ice holds to the cold tundra plains.

Because of my Immortality, I cannot die, unless through my own volition. I came close then. Death has many faces, and now I realise there are things worse then death. Memento mori (reminder of death) follows me. Now coldness, hard and impenetrable encases my heart.

That abandonment of hope and the ensuing darkness of the abyss shadow me as despair closed in about me. Yet amid that despairing embrace a peace, like caressing fingers reached out to touch me. I saw an image, a mere shimmer within the mists beckoning me from the unholy obscurity of the Great Abyss. Gentleness and compassion swept over me at the time, easing my pain.

Memories are difficult to erase. The sorrow and abandonment I suffered at birth could never be so easily removed. The impetus for revenge ignited a spark. It festered and blackened my soul. That ember grew to dominate me.

Over the ensuring years a shadow surrounded me; its presence protected me, keeping me isolated from others. Whatever, or whoever it was, never revealed itself to me and no words were spoken between us, yet I knew a presence was there, watching me, guiding me, sustaining me.

The years of my youth are vague; it is suffice to say my time was spent focused on learning to manipulate the power of the Craft. I was gifted. I learnt fast

I built a ship, which I named Dragon Wing, a vessel swathed in ancient magic. Once complete the vessel became my home, a mechanism for me to seek revenge.

Unbeknown to me, darkness fed off my hatred and fueled my impetus.

Come on this journey with me as I seek to unravel the mystery of my past.



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