“We laughed, and danced.

We hurt one another.

We cried tears of pain.

We lived, and loved.

We lost and wept.

We mourned the passing.

We have been together.

We will be together.

We are eternity.”

In this world we live in, there are thousands of stories that have been written, thousands more that have yet to be written, and thousands more that are being written. This is merely another story that I write for you today. Some of you may question who I am. Some of you may know who I am, but wonder of my origins. It has been so long that even I sometimes forget where I first began. I have been alive during the course of this world, for far more years than I care to remember.

I am often called ‘The Wanderer’, by those who have the misfortune to know of my life. I am not a wanderer of this world, though. In some regards, I am a wanderer of time. How is one such as I capable of wandering time, you might ask? It is easy, when you are a cursed existence. The cycle of rebirth never allows me to flee from its steady grasp.

The number of lifetimes I have lived is far too numerous to count. I remember my birth, in the years long ago, when the world was wild, and magic danced freely amidst the great blue skies. But those are times that have been gone for many years. Isn’t it ironic, how easily time slips through our grasp, when we grasp for it the hardest?

I have had many families, over the course of the countless lives I have lived in this world. Every time I think I may have a chance for happiness, I am reminded of who I am, and of the burdens that I carry. I have left behind those I grew to care for. I have lain to rest the spirits of those who left me behind. I have watched worlds grow, change, die, and be reborn. I am endless. I am eternal. And such a sad existence it has become.

I won’t proclaim myself a God. I don’t think I’m a deity. A deity at least, has some measure of control over their destiny. I however, seem to be dragged along through the strands of time, tossed wherever I am tossed, like a leaf blowing in the wind, I land wherever the wind carries me to.

I have assisted the heroes of the worlds far more times than I would care to admit to. I have offered my hand to weave the threads of fate in favor of the saviors of humanity, and in return, I watch those I learn to care for die in some of the most horrid manners possible.

I once found love, and even that could not escape the grasp of time. I am cursed, so I am told. I am cursed to live in this world a thousand times over. Where this curse started, and why, I am uncertain, but it has plagued me since my first days as a spirit. I am the Lady of Pain. I am Ele’sear. The Wanderer. I have a task I must complete, some great geas placed upon my soul, before I will be freed.

My story started well over a thousand years ago...