Sapience,
In my forty-some-odd years I have attempted to find myself. I have
attempted to make sense of just who it is I am and -in doing so- come to
accept that person as Me. I want to find the purest contentment the
world has to offer me.
At first, it was simply the mere knowledge that I did not know
everything that drove me on, but as time passed, I began to realize I
was lacking something greater than wisdom: I was missing a part of
myself.
So I began to do the only thing I could think of doing: search. And my
search has taken me to every corner of the known world, though I am
positive there is much between these two points that I have missed.
In my travels I've met with Gods and Goddesses, princes and kings; I've
spent countless hours with wizards like myself and more than once had my
patience tried by trying to communicate with the more unusual and
foreign races of this world.
So please do not think that my life of exploration has been fruitless.
In many ways, I've lived a fuller life than any one else. I've had my
share of laughs and happy tears and days so perfect that I swore I'd
live a thousand times over and never tire.
But finally, loneliness has worn me down and this feeling, this
tremendous emptiness has brought me out of silence. I am missing a piece
of myself and I can feel where it is missing. I refuse to believe that
my heart has always been broken. Some time, long ago things were
lighter, happier, more wonderful, and magical. At times, I can still
feel it, so close to me.
I've always hoped that possibly I would find the being who could
complete me, and who in turn would be completed, but now I realize there
is not one end-all and be-all piece and person. There are many who fit
each other, myself included. But I'm tired of hurting, of hurting others
and being hurt and now I know not what to do. So I extend my plight to
you, Sapience, hoping that you might be able to help end this life-long
journey.

With thanks and hope,
Azador Xanatov


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 384 AF.