I find others to be more of a hindrance than a gift. Not on quests, or journeys. Just in general. People united through a common cause are truly a wonder to behold. The combined will of humanity is able to shake mountains, to move seas. And that is just to build a highway. But that is when humanity is united. Either through money, or cause, or conquest. When people are allowed to think, to speak,

Sanctuary. It is a word that sparks many ideas. That a location can give safety and security from the terrors of the world. There is a place that is meant to be perfected, meant to be an idealized version of what the world is supposed to be. That God has blessed this holy ground, far beyond the powers of man. But for a sanctuary to exist, there must be a guardian. Someone with enough power

I have been alone for so long. Too long. It’s been wondrous, solitude. The opportunity to be with myself, my discretions. Bury my head in a world of mine own devising. But there is something to be said about community. The opinions of others, the very presence of another living soul. It is a quite delightful form of torture. “We all just started the Test.” They were all gathered around the mountain peak, looking up.