I see you
Each night a battle
Fought with love and patience
Wearily you return
Nestled, recovering
A cry for support
And your return without hesitation

A look into the eyes
Your strength returns from nowhere
A plea from your mind
Hushed by a gentle warmth
Nestled in your arms
He draws your strength
your security
your love
It is reassurance

It is a beautiful site
A tired cycle
You will miss it
Long for it
And Love the results


In a small one room house along the outer wall of Saj-graf lives Nyo-ji. The house is forgotten among the other buildings except those that come across it in their desperate search for salvation. The interior of the house contains an altar several rows of wooden benches and along the walls many piles of sheets where the unfortunate visitors recline waiting for Nyo-ji to help restore their strength.
Nyo-ji does not venture out of the house as the spirit has long since forgotten about interacting with the existence outside. Those that are left here are dropped off by believers that the house will heal those in their worst place. Sometimes it is a friend of someone that has felt Nyo-ji’s hand upon them. Other times a person is dropped off by people that have taken all they can from the person and want to let them whither at the house in their final days.

This is where Nyo-ji met Crevan who sometimes leads others back. The ones he leads here are not famished physically; they need the nurture and reassurance no sane mind has patience for. Nyo-ji will heal that which is broken if his patient allows it. Occasionally Nyo-ji will finish the ending started elsewhere as all cannot be fixed. Nyo-ji feeds on that and then passes its wisdom and strength on to those it can assist, but Nyo-ji does not let Crevan know or else Crevan would bring no one else.
It was twenty days after the meteor shower when Nyo-ji was introduced to albino. He showed up in the middle of the night as is often the situation with these meetings. This one looked important, as if he had a purpose in the world. The albino should not have been dropped here, yet Nyo-ji does not discriminate and therefore tried best to fix the bones and seal the cuts. Nyo-ji used a rare spell that it once learned from a poor enchanter, it would strengthen the body of the albino and let him live. The spell though took a few years off the albino’s expectancy and would torment him with nightmares once a year. The exchange to live and play his part was a reasonable exchange to Nyo-ji.

Nyo-ji poked at the memories of the barely living one. Nyo-ji cringed and shuttered at the abuse suffered in the hours before his arrival here. Riddled with questions he could answer, this albino had not said a word more than a blessing upon his assailant, Sartow. That name rang through Nyo-ji’s own memory. He often brought ones here that Nyo-ji could not fix. No this albino would not be healed with enchantment. Nyo-ji would pamper this soul and make him stronger. This one would live and if he was lucky Sartow would return here in his place.

Obscure Path

You walk an obscure path
following markers left by those who scouted it before you
You dash down a trail
wondering if you have missed a turn
You know the destination by what it is not
Never having seen where you will end up

Others follow this path
Some help in understanding
Some lead astray with misunderstanding
The guide posts are vague
yet you know which way to go
When you stop

Your vision of the path is not clear
Not for lack of trying for
It is not simple
It is demanding
It is burdensome

Together we will make it to the end
others may get their alone
others will follow a different route
others will take time
others will need help

I follow an obscure path
Maybe it is the same as yours
Let us look together
Share the burden of each others load
Travel is more fun with a companion