Perhaps lost in time

[Votrisgot]

Today I think of all of the players that have been apart of FT in the beginning, in the past, and also in the present.

I have forged many friendships here especially when I was playing non stop and grinding like crazy. I have seen so many players at various times in FT. I have seen players that I never see anymore that left the game for one reason or another and never returned. I have seen players that have never left, and I have seen players that like me take long breaks from FT.

Today I hope that for the players that many of us may have known but left and never returned will never be forgotten. I hope that we all remember those friendships forged in this wonderful world even if they left and have never returned.

I hope that we all remember those players that at one time we conversed with everyday and could not wait to talk to when we logged in.

I hope that we hold them and their memories in our hearts.

And for those of us that stayed, I hope that we can still feel the magic of this world we call Forgotten Tales.

[Leone]

Always mate. Well said.

[Votrisgot]

Ty old friend.

[merisajan]

In my own daydreams, beneath a rain that isn't there.
I arrive home with you—by way of a street that does not exist.
I pour tea into a cup that isn’t there. You sit on a sofa that does not exist.
And I say how good everything is, and that I’m doing great— but I know full well that I’m not doing well at all.

Perhaps I, too, have become lost in time.

[Gullander]

Well said Meri.

We cannot relive the past we can only remember it. But a memory is like the roots of a tree, the upper branches may be broken and the leaves hardly to be found, yet below the surface deeply found are the roots that were once a seed that grew young and full of hope. These roots remember each bit of growth, each memory of rain and sunshine and storm and fire. As long as the root remains a new shoot may fight to the surface. It may never attain it's former glory, but it will always remember and smile. That is something no passage of time can take from us. It is our tale, our heritage, our gift received and shared. We each are one such tree in a great forest and share a common lineage all drawing wondrous life from this forgotten soil.

[merisajan]

Very well excellent