. . . I am Ledah ( Read more... )

Three weeks have passed since I first arrived here.  The days pass by swiftly now with my work in the kitchen, and though I was unused to the constant hustle and bustle at the start, I am pleased that I am able to occupy myself in such a productive manner.  Cooking itself is a highly rewarding hobby.   But I am afraid to say, none of my successes ( Read more... )

Please accept my deepest apologies for this morning's . . . incident.  I am told the clerics at the church are more than capable of treating minor burns.  If, however, you require monetary compensation for the loss of clothing, hair, etc., you may submit to me a form with your name and the estimated damages written upon it.  Do note that my salary ( Read more... )

I have been lax in remembering to keep this journal updated.  No matter, I doubt it has any effect whatsoever in helping me regain my memory.  This is solely for my convenience now ( Read more... )

Memento Eden, a land inhabited by amnesiacs gathered from every corner of every imaginable dimension.  I have met Kings and Death-Gods, shape-shifters and perfectly normal human beings.  There seems to be no connection, no common thread amongst those who have been transported to this world.  Even those who claim to have known each other in a ( Read more... )

It is a strange occurrence to awaken in a place entirely unfamiliar to the memory.  And it is even stranger when one finds that the memory does not even recognize one’s own self.  I am named Ledah.  Of that I am certain.  I would say it was comforting to have that much, at least, but in truth, I find a name to be of little consequence.

After a ( Read more... )