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Fatima's Diary
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reflections for the lost
10. Salmon
When I awoke, sprawled about with my possessions around me, as if I had fallen from a great height, my head was clearer. I remember pictures of a strange dream I had last night, like I was removed from them in my perspective, but within them in action. It is difficult to describe, but I know that I could feel the Else stirring within me. There were spectral things, whose touch and breath held cold death. We fought a few pitched but short battles and I remember walking through a wall, disbelieving the mess of the senses around me. I shiver thinking of what the wall felt like, the distant part in my head thinking that it was cold, and too hard, but seeing my hand disappear through it. There was a strange shaft, with quicksand on both ends, like both pointed to the earth, but they were on opposite sides of each other. I think Rihana or someone dove down one side, and then the other. I remember Allera, from the Roma, with her cold blue eyes. She looked at me, then others in turn, and said "yes, you'll do quite nicely." I will have to talk to Sanantha and Rihana more, because they apparently have discovered something important about this.Last night we headed into the Fey mound, into the gate of the Otherworld. The pitched battle in the mists is perhaps for another time, but I survived mostly unharmed. Through the doorway in the hill we walked. And found ourselves in some kind of in-between place, neither here nor there. Within was some spry messenger, and an anvil, sand, and a hammer. While everyone was rushing and trying to keep their wits about them, I waded into the water at the far corner of the room. Within this strange Salmon pond and with my newly strung hand crossbow, I targeted and stung a Salmon. I grasped the wounded fish and almost fell backwards when it shouted and screamed in indignation when it broke the water. Someone else healed the grateful fish, and while decidedly not glancing its unblinking eyes at me, described the lenses that we would have to fashion to find our way deeper into the mound. That Lobar, Bramblebeard and Whit all attacked shortly afterwards was merely the dessert for the day. I am too exhausted to write further, and my mind is too weary.
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