I became separated from Memory

33rd of Tyrdin 357

I just woke up, so I'm writing this while it is still fresh in my mind. I've gotten separated from Memory. Not Memory, Åsmund. I really need to break that habit. I don't know how I got separated; it's all a blur. I have been asleep for two days, and he is nowhere to be seen. I called for him, I looked around the destroyed cart I woke up in, not a sound or a ruffle. There is no way he would leave me behind. My head and side have a sharp pain in them; maybe I was knocked out? Yes, I was knocked out. I remember we were heading north to a settlement to see if there was anyone we could help. I was gathering berries and fruit for the road. The last thing I remember him saying to me was calling out my name. Him yelling "Aina!" is ringing in my head. I wish this was just a nightmare, but I know this is real. It makes me want to cry. The only things I could find that could be hints to where he went were the necklace I made him a couple years back, and dried blood to the south. I don't want to think about what could have happened while I was asleep. Most of my gold is gone, and my dress is torn.

I think the best thing for me to do is to head south, in the direction of the blood trail. Hopefully, I'll be able to find a village or settlement, as well as someone who knows what happened and where Memory may be. It is getting dark, I'm lucky I have a torch and some rations left over. I will search as far as I have to to find Åsmund. And I will do whatever I can to be reunited with him. Good night, journal. I have a long journey ahead of me tonight.

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