A Journal
Written in a hastened scrawl, the following words could be found in a small journal; there are no dates, but the signatures in which the entries are closed seem to differ.
It is said, to be Dotharl, one must prove themselves in battle. To shine as bright as the sun, and to die with just as much glory; so that, if given the chance, your tribe will know you once more when you are reborn. Some warriors have returned to us countless times… some, never to be seen again. Does this mean we shall never find rest? Is our destiny to live and die by our blades, for the greater glory of the Dotharl?
Kahlja -
I am… undecided in my future. I wear this name, given unto me by my elders as they glimpsed a spark of their sister long passed. There is a fire burning within my heart, deep within my soul; but is it my own? Am I truly my own person, or am I simply a vessel for a greater warrior?
Kahlja -
I have decided that I will take my leave of this place. There are many who dislike my idea, but I must find the answers that I seek. The elements within my mind are conflicting, and I feel as though a phantom presence exists within. To say that I am terrified is an understatement; but I am also curious. I have decided that I will journey to Eorzea, and drink of the wealth the realm has to offer. Surely I will find something- or someone- who can aid me.
Kahlja