Vaguely, I recall...
 
A strong smell of smoke, the taste of ashes in my mouth. My eyes were watery, and I felt like all my strength had left me. I stumbled aimlessly while the flames danced around me, blue and purple. Scrambled shouts and screams, incoherent to my ears, were all around. I remember seeing lost children, just like me, standing around me and looking around, crying hysterically. Finally, the noises around me quieted some, and only then I noticed all the people looking upwards. A large black mass covered the stars, occasionally casting rays of white light to the ground. Everywhere it touched, trees were vaporized in blue flashes and stone houses caught fire and melted. I remember a different ray, a golden one, that was cast down to the village square where I stood. It moved about, casting dazzling light on the confused villagers, until finally it reached me, brilliant and blinding...
 
I remember faceless entities shifting in and out of my unfocused view. I remember spending long periods of time lying on a stone bed in a strange windowless room made of metal, my body aching for reasons unknown. I remember being brought flowing robes of black and purple, the colors of an acolyte. Nobody told me this, but when I wore them I knew what they were. It was only then that the pains have stopped, and it was only then that I stopped trying to ask questions. It was then that the lessons have started. Hours, maybe days, sitting on a hard wooden floor with my eyes closed and listening to wordless resonance. It told me many secrets, and truths far beyond what I could ever dream, but it never told me what became of my home. As I said, I have stopped asking questions. It did tell me what was to become of me, the confused child from an unremarkable village whose name was lost to the ages. I was to undergo training, and to become a seer.
 
What does being a seer mean? I didn't know then. I didn't ask. That was what was to become of me, and the fact came to me as naturally as breathing. I didn't ask when I was brought a crystal pane, and told to gaze into it. I didn't ask why I have seen nothing but the other side of the room through it, and I didn't ask what I was supposed to see. I didn't ask if I was being a disappointment when again and again I gazed into the crystal pane and saw nothing. I was simply told to concentrate more, and that's what I did. As I was instructed I gathered into my center, eyes closed, until all points of consciousness were aligned as they should be, and then I opened them. And eventually, I saw. I got so excited that the vision dissipated as quickly as it came, but I saw. I had the gift. I had the sight.
 
Never will I let go of these precious memories. Long gone are my teachers and masters, and I remain alone in my watch, as it is my duty as a seer. I know only that one day I will be replaced, and what will become of me I do not know... and in this day and age, there is no one to ask.