Of Quests and Questions

I handed over another pile of oddly metallic items, small and so precious, these little promises of life renewed. The man who takes them, seems grateful and yet somehow burdened to have them in his possession and quickly tucks them away and bear them to who can turn them into rescue.

The lake is quiet. A rabbit on the edge of the water, a span or two ahead, I hear the movements of a crane just beyond sight in the monochromatic night, and for once I see stars in the night sky instead of the dreary worn mood that the Storm Father has cast upon us of late, in all his infinite misery. I see no demons, no threats in the wilds and I have swept the fields twice, just once again this afternoon with...

Yes....what of this new companion....friend? Yes...I would think he fits that word well. I know he wants more, he has big dreams, big ambitions, even if they are encompassed in his rather small world. But do mine fit into that of his? Do I even have such things? 'Be proud of yourself and your accomplishments' he said to me once, and I could not allow for such folly.

Why? I wonder...

What is it that makes it so hard to hear a compliment and accept it as truth? What is so difficult about being more than just a soldier? Certainly, complete and willing servitude is a very simple path to walk, however, it complicates matters when you are merely guessing at what it is you think your Master wants of you. I was given no direct instructions about what I was to do with my Gift. Wouldn't that be wonderful? To be able to just know what it is you are supposed to do for success in life. Yes, I suppose we all would want such challenges to be easy and expected, but that is not the way of things. And, what would we learn, after all, if we had it all just given to us?

So, this leaves me still, with the question, what do I want? I asked him, but I find myself strangely silent when I ask myself. There are plans being hatched. Do I wish to be apart of them? Martial Law can not last forever, life will slowly return to normal eventually. Where would I like to see myself standing when we gain the upper hand on chaos, at least for a little while? That I would think, is the real question.