What... A blasted week i'm having. I've found barely a moment to write of my travels, for much has happened.
Natalan... Twelve curse it... I ventured there to seek the business i had with the Ixal. Had they not attacked me a few weeks prior, i would have left well enough alone. Why must i be a vengeful spirit? I recklessly charged into the stronghold... And yet, no hide nor hair of her could be found. But i know she's been. My sources are correct. What i found in Amdapor validates it. Mathieux.. He was with me at the time, and i've never been more glad. I took an injury. An arrow... It pierced my calf making it.. More than considerably difficult to walk. If it weren't for him i would... Not be writing this, it's safe to say. He patched me up to a point, and i proceeded to travel to Ul'dah, meeting Sastra there, unintentionally although welcomed. She helped me find aid, in the form of a young boy. His skill in healing was... Envious, and i was soon back on my feet the way i'm used to it.
In between most delightful visits from Matt, relaxing at the resort, and working my shifts... I managed to make the time to visit my mother. She... Still hasn't found many of her lost marbles. I do wish she would remember... Though we were never close, she is still my family, though now, i'm fairly certain she isn't the only one left. She mentioned i visited two days prior, although i did not. And referred to my name as Zarya. My sister. Mayhaps she has us confused? If it was not i who visited two days ago, who was it? Possibly she's more ill than i thought. Or perhaps my sister is alive after all this time. I do not wish to cling to false hopes, but i must. I have to know the truth.
I wish this wasn't the end of it. I truly do. But the arrow... It bothers me. Upon clearing my mind with many a glass of brandy, my thoughts took sense. The arrow. It is not of Ixali descent. My only thoughts are that someone could possibly want me dead. Would they stoop so low as to hire help...? I do hope not. In any case, something is terribly familiar about it. Searches today proved nothing. I will rest, for now before taking a final look tomorrow.
These lands are unforgiving... I can see why many faces are unfriendly. Not like those back home. At Bronze Lake. I want Matt... I want my friends... Sastra... Mikh'a and the others. Yet all i can do is choke back bitter tears, and pray the brandy gives me some hope of warmth.
I will return soon. I promise.
~Bexy
