It is said when you are born you are already beginning to die. My life was cut short by an act of cruel circumstance, or so they told me. I ascended into the clouds and was judged by my makers and creators. It was decided I had much work left to do and as such was granted a second chance. Time however was wound back for me as I was cast into a younger version of myself.
Looking in a mirror with so few memories save for a name and a few vague lingering thoughts of a woman named Jasain who resided in Aranor.. it confused me. I only knew I was to seek her out or great bad would happen. A great injustice, that was what they told me. I still do not know what they mean.
I was sent back to Caeria, the place where so much started years ago.. and from there.. I make my stand and begin my search. While it is not Aranor, perhaps searching about and asking questions will help to aid me in finding the one I seek for I know not even where this Aranor is. I shall find it though.