It snowed today. It was not the sort of snow that is enjoyable to be out in, it did not gently cover the ground or pile into drifts that are fun to play in. It was dry, gritty granular snow, blown by a powerful, frigid wind from the North. I like snow like that. It reminds me of home, which is where I am headed.
I'm back in Siberia now, I've left Mount Ararat far behind. I have bad memories of that place now. I'm not willing to go into detail. I shall leave it at I spent the last three or so months in a coma with little or no hope of survivng after the events that took place there, and then another couple of months there on the mend under arrest.
I'm on my own now. My council left me for dead. I don't blame them, I would have killed them. I'm still unsure how I got to the hospital. I think perhaps the ravens took me. The ravens are tired now. I can't use them anymore. I don't want to use them anymore. They are Spirit Animals, and less trustworthy than I initially took them for. Still, they trail after me ceaselessly.
The steppe is cold. I'm not saying that I am cold, but the steppe is cold. There was a blizzard yesterday. I had to take shelter in a hollow in a gully. I would have been able to walk all day through a blizzard six months ago. I don't know why I can't now. Back then I would have been angry at Rylie for nigh killing me, reducing me to a weak fool. And yet, now I find I must thank him for everything he did for me.
To get home I must travel thousands of kilometers to the northeast. I've only just made my way onto the steppe in these last few weeks. It would have been nice to get home for my fifteenth birthday, which is in three days time, but I don't mind. No doubt Rylie will be there with our mother to complete his training. I wouldn't be surprised.
Perhaps if I can reach Yekaterinburg I can take a train to Irkutsk. After that I can take a bus to Jakutsk. There I can find reindeer that can survive the bad weather, and travel west and a little bit north about five hundred kilometers, to Central 'notunggusskoe, where home is, about eighty kilometers north of Njurba. It is near the Viljuj river. I will be in Yakut territory, but the Yakut are used to the Hodanje Narod moving through their territory.
If I get a horse, preferably an Akhal-Teke from the Kazakhstan area I am just leaving I will get to Yekaterinburg faster... Trusty horses, the Akhal-Teke are. I also need to procure some winter clothing. It is cold.
Through a biazarre series of events, while I was in Yerevan hospital I came into the care of a doctor I know. I saw her a couple of years ago because I was having difficulty with hemorrhaging in the parts of my brain where my memories are stored and where voices are processed. Caused, for the most part, by overload. Anyway, this woman, Maria Sonya, recognized me. She'd seen me before, of course, but that was before she met Rylie. At first she thought Rylie simply reminded her of myself, but on our second meeting, she connected the dots. It wasn't actually a meeting because I was unconscious, unable to breathe and bleeding from my chest, mouth, nose and eyes, and had pneumonia.
She rang my father, who she knew through Rylie. He hadn't a clue what she was going on about because Aksinya never told him he had another child, and Rylie, of course, did not know. That was a resounding failure, especially since my father did not mention the incident to Rylie. By this time I had been operated on, but was unstable.
Well, a fuzzy picture of my face has been all over the television for the past year for a spree of terrorism aimed at chuches, and several random murders. It wasn't long before someone put two and two together, and I was in trouble internationally. All while I was in a coma. When I finally came about they had brutes posted all over the place. Besides I was too weak to escape, and my feet and hands were infected. And I still had pneumonia, which had cleared up but come back after being on a ventilator.
By the time I thought I was well enough to leave, I had been there four months, as far as I can gather. They had me confined to my ward. I was still a bit wobbly and couldn't hurt a fly unless I torched it to a crisp without touching it. I'm a good actor, though, and after that it wasn't hard to leave the country.
With help from the ravens, the final help they have offered me, I got away and have been making my wat northeast.
I haven't killed anyone since. I have not even been tempted -- well, maybe once or twice. Those brutes employed at the hospital to keep me put were troublesome. I've shot a few small animals with my slingshot, but that was purely for food purposes. I have to eat, you know, and even then it was an old rabbit or a weak goose that would have died anyway.
I need a new inhaler. The cold gives me regular athsma attacks, and my current one is starting to die on me. Maybe I can get one and some more smokes in Yekaterinburg.
It snowed today. There was a blizzard yesterday...
Brodie Asturias Community Member 
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