Longing for the Flame

I see flames everywhere. If I were anywhere else I’d take it as a good omen of the Silver Flame, but all I feel is longing and distain for this place, this faraway place where the Silver Flame barely shines. Every burning flame I see is a mockery of what I left behind. I miss Eberron and the Flame’s comforting song – a choir that provides me refuge in the melody. Yet here the song is but a whisper in the distance. I miss my home.

At night I fall asleep straining to hear the Flame’s song and I dream. In my dreams I continue to see Dragons. The Dragon in my dreams used to be small and timid, accompanied by a larger Wyrm; now the small Dragon is grown and majestic and flies alone. Now the Dragon interacts and battles others like him. Sometimes they are friends and sometimes not. It’s unclear if the Dragon is being courted or hunted.

In my most recent dreams I see a young Wyrmling. It’s very young, very innocent, and very much alone. I think it’s the offspring of the Dragon in my dreams. Perhaps he’s trying to reach the youngling or perhaps he’s drawing the other Dragons far away from it. I don’t know, but both scenarios sadden me deeply.

This place, this hell, eats away at me. I understand that I am here for a purpose and I will do what is required of me. But the sooner the tasks are completed and I can leave this place the happier I’ll be. I don’t know how the other members of my company feel about this place but I have to think that they hate it as much as I do. I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m forced to stay here for any extended period of time.

Flame put me where I can do the most good. Put me in the place I need to be to fulfill whatever task I was sent here to do and let me be free of this place. Let me return home and bathe in the comfort, the soothing melodies of the Silver Flame.