Hello yet again, fellow adventurers! I'm starting this blog with a quick note on change in organization. In case you missed the bulletin, before now, all of my adventure logs were called "Silent's Saga". Going forward, each entry will now be broken into two categories.

"Silent's Saga" will remain as the title for my day-to-day activity blogs that deal with my recent experiences in Vana'diel, updates on my progress, and general content. The usual stuff, if you will.

However, the chapters of my past, where I've come from, will for now on be known as "The Silent Chronicles". These posts will specifically tell the story of my past travels, and how I've gotten to where I am now. All previous posts have been renamed and renumbered accordingly.

That being said, on to part 3 of the Silent Chronicles...

I tried to continue my life without adventuring. I had been clean for over half of a year, and had a handful of other situations that life had dealt me. In many ways, my life had moved on. However, for others close to me, it had not.

When I took on the identity of Tresko, I had done so in an effort to introduce my cousins, Weylin and Shasta, into the world of adventuring. And they were still devoted to the cause. Seeing them enjoying the world, it made me think back to how I had loved it before. And seeing them continue to make progress while I sat on the sidelines, well my itch once again needed to be scratched.

But I was fooled twice. My previous identities of Kamahhl and Tresko failed me in the end. I knew I couldn't do this for myself anymore. If I were to get back into the adventuring days, it had to be so I can serve as a mentor to my cousins. So I can help them out whenever they needed trouble.

And with that, I made my return as Providious, the white mage tarutaru on the Ifrit server. I dedicated the weeks to follow to get out there, catch up, and become the best healer I could be. Before I knew it, I shattered past my old level record, and achieved level 32 white mage. With this, I was not only able to teach my new fellow adventurers Shasta and Weylin a thing or two, I also brought in a new adventurer in the form of my long time friend Plaguewind.

And that wasn't all. Whenever I had seen an unfortunate fallen adventurer, I knew I could no longer pass by. It became my duty to raise my fellow brethren and ensure their safety. I was no longer on the battlefield for my own benefit. It was for the benefit of others.

I had reached a point where, I was so dedicated to helping others that I neglected myself completely. Months would pass by where I would make no effort at all to increase my own strength. It was at this point, that a friend, who we will call Sanders, commented I have the making of a great Summoner. So I decided to consider his advice, and give the role of Summoner a try.

It fit quite naturally, really. The first 20 levels were a breeze. And having Carbuncle around helped cure the loneliness of being on the battlefield myself. I knew I would enjoy this job, it was cheap, it was fun, and I had a pet to call my own.

That's when I finally hit level 20, and I began attempting to unlock more avatars. suddenly the "cheap" value of this job went out the window. I went bankrupt buying items in an attempt to gather more avatars. And I had the same result each time. Fail, after fail, after fail.

I felt myself getting desperate. I refused to take Summoner any further without first obtaining another avatar. But no matter how hard I tried, I would always fail. As I prepared items in another attempt to defeat Shiva, I discovered I was completely out of gil.

Defeated, I sat next to the home point in Bastok Markets. I gave it my best, and my best just was not good enough. I got encouragement from my old friends, Evilwarrior, Sanders, and my new adventuring companions Shasta, Weylin and Plaguewind.

But when I looked into their eyes, I could see how much they had grown since the first day they stepped outside of their mog houses. They were no longer the young, struggling guys I knew. They became strong, some stronger than even myself, and knowledgeable about the world around them.

At this point, Even the Elvaan Weylin had stronger magical powers than myself. I knew I was no longer needed. With a sense that I was no longer needed in this world, I once again proclaimed my retirement from the adventuring world, satisfied with the work that I had achieved.

For the adventurers I brought into this world, the goodbye was not a tearful one. Nor was it much of a goodbye, as they would still see me in our usual social situations. But for the friends I made out in the battlefield, something was...different this time around.

When I spoke with Evilwarrior, he had a tone in his voice that told me he was certain our paths would cross again. And in a way, that brought comfort to my departure, as it reassured me too. That this isn't goodbye forever. That someday, I will be back...

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