Samiylo
A horseman of no repute; nor dream; nor self.
When a man has no self; he is nothing more than a tool. And all tools serve no purpose without an owner that will put them to use.Samiylo is no different. A Falstoner of the Steppe; he is a natural horseman and cavalier, but a life spent in servitude, following the orders of others; has hollowed him out, and now- unbound from his master, he has wandered his way to the Spire with neither dream; nor drive. He exists solely for the purpose of finding someone else to guide him ever-onward.The horseman does not know whether he will recover from his mental obliteration. Nobody thinks he does.Who would he be, if he did? What would he do?
Part One
The horseman's arrival to the Spire was met with little fanfare. Nothing he does ever is, and being forgotten oft serves his needs best.To signal the end of this interlude; however, the horseman had returned to his status quo. A simple follower- a servant, of another. Reliving who he had once been, and- happy. Insofar as much as this man could muster such an emotion.Emotion which this man could emulate to serve his master's needs as and when they were needed. He was, in this time; a mere extension of another's will, as he had always been, and- at the time; he had believed he always would be. For his service remained steadfast, fulfilling every request with ease and stoic professionalism; save only for a scarce few moments where courtesy demanded he act otherwise.
Part Two
It is unfortunate then, that such a fixation- relationship, and status quo would not last. It was not the horseman's choice; it never has been.News of his master's fate broke him. He would stand vigil on the beach.He knew what needed to be done to resolve his troubles. His plan: to put himself to the sword and pull the dead back to the world of the living alongside himself. Yet; he experienced a flash of self-preservation. He could not fulfill what needed to be done. Instead; he fought himself. Awake, starving, and parched; he would continue to demand himself to follow through.
Then; on the seventh day, he collapsed into a coma. It was only the intervention of another that preserved his life.It was not the horseman's choice. It never has been.
Part Three
For his failure; he had now been consigned to an extended stay in the hospital, forced to contest with his failure.He thought of that moment of self-preservation. In contemplation; it lit a spark of change within him. He would find it within himself to become something else, to no longer be this kind of animal any longer.He would become his own person. No longer a follower, but someone who could fulfill his own desires. Not any other's, but- what he truly wants.If only he knew what he wanted.Yet, the inaction and dependency that had been broken into him in his past holds him back. He does not know how to be free, and it only brings him misery. Misery that demands he surrender and return to a servant's life. To give in.