My life for so long was that of a simple herdsman. I am Nolan of the Yackin. This is how I came to be a player in the War of the Light. This is my account of how I came to know the Redeemer.
It was a normal day for my flock and I as we made our way across the barren desert. My sheep milled the sparse grasses that scattered the wasteland. I was seated on an outcrop of rocks that allowed oversight of my sheep. I had grown all too fond of the quiet vastness that encircled my daily life.
I was lost in the midst of thought when I was started by what sounded as a clap of thunder, rolling from the belly of the sky.
In looking to the grayness that shrouded the heavens I was taken aback to see a glowing light billowing toward the plain below. It exploded through the silky depressing sheet of fabric as a rock through a window. It shot forth as a comet and exploded as it impacted the earth less than a mile from my perch.
My flock scattered and fled from the sound of the impact. A smoke trail shone brightly against the misty backdrop. Appearing as a finger pointing the way to the mysterious object that fell. My curiosity had been kindled, my eagerness unsheathed. I now understand what it was that drew me to this but on that fated day I was at a loss. I would first have to gather my sheep.
It took hours for me to finish and alas darkness would arrive in a short while. I could make it to the site but would I be able to investigate what had fallen? I had nothing better to do. Why not?
I arrived just before dusk. Low and behold, someone whom I had not seen before had already arrived. I watched from the distant horizon as a tall man dressed in rags moved away from the still smoking crater left in the dust. I had never seen this man before but, in recent times many men have ventured into the wasteland.
As he meandered away from the site I realized that my journey was pointless and that I should turn back. This left me faced with that same calling that had driven me to make the journey. I decided to proceed. This stranger was moving away from me, he appeared harmless anyway. What harm could it do?
In the evaporating light I could see that the area near the center of the crater was red like the coals in a fire. The soil had turned to glass, smoke still billowed from patches throughout crater. The sun was continuing its steady climb down and my vision worsening but I could make out what appeared to be a hand print in the glassed earth. I had to be mistaken. Yet the yearning from within urged me to press on.
I lay out my bedding, I had decided that if this were to provide any ease to the curiosity that filled me it would wait until morning. Dreams filled my mind. Voices that unknown to me, visions of violence, and visions of pain. My night was restless. I had never experienced thoughts or witnessed anything in my lifetime that would compare to the vividness of what was revealed in the night. What was going on? What will tomorrow bring?