Later in my teen years I felt compelled to travel the lands for a while, so I packed a small backpack of consisting of basic equipment being sure to pack enough nourishment for my journey as I set out across the vast lands.
Running out of food and water after a very long journey, I sought out the nearest town, Nagnang. I came to a small building with a sign saying 'Tavern of Wood' and decided to enter.

I realized this was in fact not just a mere tavern but indeed a lodging, so I wandered up to the Inn's keeper, offering to trade services for food and shelter. She nodded and said 'That is fine with me'. So I spent a few days within the lands of Nagnang learning many things about it's society.
During my stay I had a dream... quite a disturbing dream... something I do not quite understand.

A boy was standing near the ocean on a stormy night.. watching over the crashing waves from upon an old wooden pier.
He was standing out there staring blankly into the water, suddenly he dove in and vanished.. not having touched the water.
Suddenly he appeared, falling from the sky with his eyes closed, head first.. speeding toward the ground, calm and unconcerned of his fall.
In the blink of an eye he was again standing at the end of the pier staring blankly into the water.
He turned around, sending a shiver down my spine, I realized this boy was me... before my accident...
As the vision continued I watched, him.. well... me, for hours training in forms of Tai Chi and other martial arts in skillful combination.
I had never seen anything like it he was so controlled and determined, the storm did not bother him. Being sprayed by waves he did not move from where he wanted to be, not one inch... Suddenly he turned towards the land opening his eyes wide in horror as the sky grew crimson. His face turned to anger and rage as he let out a blood boiling cry.

I have never seen a boy move in such haste, he ran and ran.. faster and faster.. towards the crimson glow from the sky.
Coming to a large house, he fell to his knees at the sight of truly evil demolition... rising to his feet enraged he entered the front doors despite the raging inferno encasing it. Searching through the house desperately he realized that everyone had be slaughtered.. left to burn in the raging inferno.
Screaming out for his parents (I assumed to be those dead to be his family) murderer to showthemself. His face went blank... as he scanned the room slowly.
Snapping his head to the right he took haste and dove clean out of the window on chase for something...

At this point.. everything faded white and I awoke back in Nagnang. I was completely dazed after this dream, how could I have ever been able to move so fast? How did souch a young child have such determination and courage, so much discipline?

Not sure what to do next, I sent myself into a state of excessive research.. I had to find out everything I could about those techniques.. maybe I could find out what this was all about. During my studies I became what I would call slightly addicted to learning.. gaining knowledge. Slowly I got distracted from what I was wanting to research and learned more and more, sending myself into an endless quest for knowledge.

I did however research the symbol displayed within the house and on the boy's shirt, it seemed to be the symbol of a small monastary on the eastern shore of Kaya. The odd thing about that is the fact that the monastary had been destroyed for over 3 generations. I needed something else..
Interested still in the martial arts of my dream, I spent a few years training my body and mind. I started training with many martial artists across the lands, learning new techniques from each one.

One day I realized that I had started to train my body more than my mind, and was starting to lose the balance within myself, so I spent 3 weeks in deep meditation to find myself once again. During my meditation I recieved another vision.. of a place in Dae Shore.. a place of peace and serenity.. as I concentrated I recognised the location and memorised it.

After my meditation I travelled to the land of Dae Shore, retracing memories from my vision I found myself standing in front of a grand Monastary.. all wearing a symbol very similar to the one I wore in my dream, in fact.. it was the same symbol..

In my meditations I have stumbled on what seems to be a clue to my lost past...

I was sitting, mind clear of all thought, when before me appeared a blade of folded steel, crafted by a master craftsman. The blade was stained with blood. Looking around me, I saw that I was in a dojo of royal grade.

In the blink of an eye, the blade was enveloped in flame, leaving only ashes. The wind picked up and blew the ashes away toward a window in the east.

My vision then followed the ashes to the window, where upon looking outside, I could see there were two teen boys sparring with one another. Out of nowhere both boys were struck down by some form of projectile.

There was a crash on the opposite side of the dojo, turning around I saw a dark figure standing ready for battle.

Something that I cannot explain then happened, while standing there, I.. stepped out of myself, my vision remained as it was, but I was watching myself walk forwards from third person perspective.

Watching on I drew the blade I had seen earlier in my vision, preparing for combat with the dark intruder. Before me a valiant battle raged on, both fighters high in skill. The battle ended in an unusual manner in that both lunged at one another at the opportune moment striking one another with mortal blows.

With a thud on the floor, both fighters lay slain against one another...

There was a rush and my vision moved to a King, praying for the roles to be reversed, for him to be the one deceased.. he was talking about feeling dishonored outliving his son... What does this have to do with me?

With a flash of light the King was struck down, and a figure emerged from the candle fire.. upon closer examination, it was me whom had risen from the candle flame. There was something wrong with me though, I was disoriented. I did not seem to recognize the man on the floor.

The vision faded and my mind was clear once again...

While meditating this evening, I came across what I believe to be the final piece of the puzzle of my history. I have had 2 dreams in the past, the first showing me as a child, disciplined and powerful. In my second dream I saw teens, training. Both dreams contained a slaughter of a whole family.

This third dream, I believe to be the final piece to explain my history, which has allowed me to find myself one step closer to Inner Peace.

This 3rd vision or dream, whichever you wish to call it, started with the teen boy(me) from the second dream reading a note, written by the person whom had ordered my family dead, written to the assassin whom had fallen by my family blade. After reading it he swore vengeance for his family to the one whom ordered the slaughter.

The dream flashed on by in time to a battle between the young teen(me) and whom I presume to be the one who had ordered the death of my family. This evil character appeared to be a rich, power hungry merchant. The battle ended with a clean blow delivered to the chest of the merchant by the blade of the teen.

In a freak mishap on his way travelling home he fell down a cliff face he was descending and landed, luckily, into a river. He drifted for approximately 25 minutes, unconscious, before finally coming to rest on the shore. Still alive, very badly beaten with a massive head injury, but alive. This is where the family whom took me in found me.

I now know what has happened to me in the past, and where I am from. Though my blood family is dead, I now reside within the family of the Monks of these lands.

I do not however understand completely, the king's words about his son and myself being ressurected. The only conclusion that I can come to, however no evidence is present to prove such things, is that perhaps the King, my uncle, had an affair with my mother.

Something I will have to meditate further on, and hope that my clear mind may bring further clues to the very final part of my story.