My Beloved Diary,
Reunion with my brother, Anheim, was both joyful and sad.
He did not remember me nor other family members, as his memories of youth were clouded.
He was kind and polite, and we talked whole evening.
He remembered being raised in the eastern-thought monastery in the west.
He was made to fight with longsword and arcane magick, but he did not like it. In the end, he meditated and cast away unwanted lessons and started training from beginning. Eastern Martial Arts this time.
I told him of our family in Cormyr, and how he entertained me with tales of heroes and warriors.
We could not find the how's and why's of his memory's loss.
But then he told me about his recurring nightmare dreams, that appear once a while.
In the dreams, he was laying wounded in the snowy forest, his own blood all around. Then a few of grey-robed, hooded figures came and one of them said in his old raspy voice: 'This must certainly been a wolf', as he was crouching near him.
Perhaps this nightmare dream is a key for unlocking his memories?
Anheim said that he will meditate on that, perhaps more dreams or memories will come that way.
-- Yours, Adeli.
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