Last night I had a dream. It was a very vivid dream, unlike most dreams I’ve had. In my dream, I was talking with my parents, and I could see them in all the detail I could remember, and then some. They told me that they were proud of who I have become since their death, they told me not to mourn for them any longer, they told me to remember that I was loved by them regardless of what the reincarnate into. We talked for what felt like days, I realized it was a dream pretty quickly. They told me everything I wanted to know and everything I wanted to hear and then some. And then they left, it was sad, watching them go, but I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my soul.

When I woke up Talus had a wet shoulder and I had teary eyes.

I spent the day relaxing and thinking about my dream. By now I am sure it was more than just a dream, and some answers I got out of Mest seem to support my theory. Maybe it was actually the souls of my parents coming to visit me one last time, or at least that is what I am choosing to believe.

I will need some time to really process what they said, but it will be good for me.

Tiddol returned today, carrying a painting. it was a painting of my old home, in all the glory of a burned grove. There was only one tree left standing, one of the ones I played in as a child, and even that was char now. There was new growth, young trees and new shrubs, flowers and some grasses.

The paints were made from what Tiddol could find there, the flowers proving an array of colors while the remaining ash provided the blacks and greys.

I cried, my old home was burned to the ground, I knew this before but never have I seen it with my own eyes.

Anyway, good night diary

End of year 1