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I am Feng Yewen. I have been a Warden of Death for as long as I can remember, my life before guarding malevolent spirits is just a blank spot, and something I wish I could recall. I feel that my end will come soon, and I welcome it, living with death for so long while being free of its embrace can get to us from time to time. We must exist unwavering, however, lest the spirits we guard overtake us.
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I was forced to take a life this day, as a sorcerer attempted to harness my spirits. He... He managed to stab me in the gut, but I think I will be alright. I have been through far worse, I doubt this is what will bring about my demise. I have treated the wound, simply enough. We will see how it goes, I suppose.
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As expected, the wound healed just fine. If you're wondering, Warden's are not the most human of people, which fortunately includes a healing factor. Though, I suppose I should not divulge too much here, so I shall simply leave it at that. The cold season will come soon. With it I feel the end ebbing closer, like a friend whom hasbeen away for years, returning with exciting tales of adventure. I feel like it could not come swift enough, though I would dare not push it ahead. The spirits grow restless with the mere thought of it.
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I ran into another Warden today, he was... Not very talkative, though I suppose it can be hard when we do what we do, being naturally so can only amplify that. All in all, it was a pleasant encounter, though, and I am glad to have come into contact with him. It can sometimes be difficult to remember that there are others tasked with the same burden as me. From the little he did speak to me, however, it seems that I am not the only one whom is teetering on the edge of life, he had said that he, too, felt its becons.
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I think that I will be passing very soon, before the changing of season which will be only 12 days from now. This should be my last entry, I think. It feels as though my spirits mourn me, which feels strange after so many years of them struggling to break free of my control. I suppose it could be difficult, even for those such as them to part with something so familiar.
1423 Ven 4, Feng Yewen passed away, the spirits she had guarded were sealed away once more, to await their next warden. No one knows who seals the spirits, who chooses the wardens, or why they simply are not sealed away forever, though most choose to believe that death itself is responsible. Some cultures believe it to be the work of their gods, but none of this provides a deffinitive answer.
1423 Ven 5, there was a meteor shower, and under this shower many children were born, all bearing that same birthmark on various parts of their body. The mark of a Warden, though their parents were unaware at the time. The new generation of wardens had been born, and they would undergo trials that most would succumb to, all to prove themselves worthy to take up the spirits, and guard them until their ends. While it was not the most desireable of jobs, nor the most glorious of occupations, but very much an important task. An unavoidable responsibility.
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