Tempered by duty, forged in faith#

I have always clung to this thought whenever I face adversaries with uncertainty. I do not know where I came from, but I remember a sacred duty, a sacred oath I had taken.

In spite of me remembering I had taken an oath and duty, I naught remember any details. All I remember, is me waking up and facing the Goddess Hydaelyn, and receiving a mission. Yet I distinctly feel this is not the sacred oath I had taken, nor was it the reason I chose to bear arms.

My battle movements are familiar, my tactics astute. I simply cannot ignore this benign gap in my memory. I want to figure out where I came from, and why I am here in the first place.

I write this travel diary in the primary hopes of regaining my memory, but also to preserve this me which has existed since my summons into Eorzea. Whether through divine providence I may recover my memory or through some other channel, I have no doubt that these musings in writing will help, even in the smallest possible way. It’s definitely better than doing nothing.

If by chance you, an estmeemed wanderer, have found your way into this diary, welcome.