Session 2 - Day 3 - Morning, Rainy, The Burial Chamber

I met a ghost tonight.
 
She called herself Lady Thaline Ver, and she glowed with a pale green light—soft, but unmistakably ethereal. Her voice echoed from the far side of the chamber, asking, “Who are you?” I answered, timid but steady. And she appeared.
 
She said she was once the steward of these lands. A ruler. A protector. But as she spoke, I felt something else beneath her words—regret, maybe. Or confusion. She believed she had ruled with kindness, but the people she governed saw her as a tyrant. There had been a rebellion. She crushed it. And then she died.
 
Centuries have passed, and she’s had time to think. To reflect. I don’t know why she chose to speak with me, but I listened. I asked questions. I tried to understand.
 
She didn’t ask for forgiveness. But I think she needed it.
 
I told her that the only person left to forgive her was herself. That the people she ruled are long gone, and that her legacy—whatever it was—has faded into dust. What remains is her own heart, and the clarity she’s found in death.
 
She looked at me, and the glow around her began to brighten. Then slowly, it faded. As she vanished, I heard her whisper, “Thank you.”
 
I stayed in the chamber a while longer. There was a sarcophagus in the center, and strange writing on the walls and ceiling—symbols I couldn’t decipher. I’ll need help with that.
 
Before I left, I found something nestled in the dust: an amethyst, warm to the touch. It shimmered faintly, and when I held it, I felt wind stir around me. I think it’s a gift. A cipher. Something that can summon a spirit of air and lightning. I’ll use it wisely.
 
I’m heading home. I need rest. But I’ll carry this moment with me. Not just the magic—but the memory of a ghost who found peace.
—E