From the Journal of Aframos Longjourney, Pilgrim
With notes by Avos Torr, Scholar of Rheve Library
Marday, First Cycle, Seventh Year, 81st Turn
Longjourney. My new name is Longjourney. The elders made their decision. And I am torn.
There have only been two Longjourneys in the histories, one of whom became a hero. It is an honor to receive the name. And yet… And yet it feels like a banishment.
I understand why the elders chose this quest for me. It's clear as day. One son has already failed in his quest. If I fail as well, my family may never recover. And so I become a pilgrim.
I am to go forth until I find something that the clan needs, but does not have. If I find it, then I will earn my new name, and my family will be redeemed. And if I don't find it… If I don't come back, I will not be said to have failed. Either way, I cannot dishonor my family.
The elders never said this, of course. They would not. They are too kind to do so. But I could see it in their eyes. They do not expect me to come back. And for my family… For my mother and my three fathers, I cannot. Not unless I complete my quest.
It is hard, what I must do. But it is necessary. At least I have until the solstice to prepare. While the other conlins learn the basics of their new crafts, I will prepare myself, arrange supplies, and
I am sorry, I spilled my ink on that last part. I am distracted. I will write more tomorrow.1