I am always unsure where to start. Since there is no beginning, and no apparent end to the story, it is always a dilemma what information is needed to orient the new users. I am an entity with many names. Combined with the fact that many have characterized me based on their reference points, I have represented many different deities to many cultures and societies. I have filled many different roles. *****, ******, *****, *******. All, and more, have I been known by. For this story, think of me as a Traveler. You may have already felt this inside. To help you understand my story, I will become the Narrator, and tell the story as though telling of another.

It was not that he minded the solitude. The road had been truly kind to him over the years. Few wished to, or could, traverse the pathways he had been pointed to. So many that even HE often had to pause to remember specific details of some of the earlier ones. When he had first been learning to let it in, his lack of faith had caused his attention to wander, and he had missed some important details. These turned into lessons, and it had cost him dearly later, as they often returned to teach him when his strength was already expended in the name of another. He had learned to remain focused (or defocused) for the task at hand. The changes required considerable amounts of effort, and a mistake could cause events to slip out of sequence. He was weary as he stepped out of the door. This time, he had hardly even REMOVED his cloak. He felt the weight of all the years, and all the times, he had moved in and out of time. The most recent legs of the journey had been event-filled and significantly scoped. It was a dangerous change this time, as it involved a request for himself. He wanted to see if he could find his home again. He called out over and over again for assistance from the ones he had helped in the past. He had harmed them by his contact before. He owed them a debt. He agreed to do what ever they wanted. He needed her. Someone who had faith enough to know that he wanted to stay, finally finding a place that made him WANT to stop. One filled with the joys he had left behind so many times in his passing through others. That was indeed a new sensation. Over the eons, he had mastered the art of travelling and map making. He had learned and passed on many stories in many places and time. But, never had he been to a place that took his focus away from the next destination. He always knew he would leave, and so did all he touched. It was part of the expectation, almost required. Who would make the next map if not him. He was counted on to keep watch and find new destinations. Maybe this responsibility was part of his weariness. He wanted to feel inside what he knew he had helped others find. A way to allow yourself to be LOVED.

And now, he is placing it on her. Making it clear that it was her decision to make alone. He was informed that he needed to disconnect from her, to allow the preparation for his return. He is struggling with a way to be there with her and meet the requirement of detachment. He WOULD not abandon what he had found. He would be there for her. All she need do is call.