What does not kill you

I will not go into much detail at this time describing the plains fire that swept through the camp. I could not describe it as it truly was to be seen. I do though appreciate the little things in life. Everything is connected to one another so, I sit here writing in a journal that was in the forge. The very same journal I had hid from Silken. The same one that somehow survived the plains fire that swept through here. I discovered it under the rubble when cleaning up to rebuild the new forge. I will not build a big forge for we need one to be operating quickly for there is work to be done. Enough to meet the needs for the state we are in. I will be speeding up Wily's education in the way of the forge. He is not ready but will have to prove himself nonetheless. I will be in touch with Ayg soon as well to let him know of the progress being made on the forge for much is riding on how quick I can get it up and running. I said to Silken during the fire that this is not the time for grieving, We must concern ourselves with the living for we can not help the departed. It sounds cold to me now. It was when I told her and I still believe it. There is a phrase...what does not kill you, only makes you stronger. With all the losses the tribe has just suffered, A small piece of everyone of us has died with it. I will not know many that have been injured or have died from the fire but a part of me has died with them for they, along with everyone that was in that camp, in the trenches...doing what must be done, was done as a single unit. a single Tribe. The Tuchuk tribe. So, in their parting, although a piece of myself has gone with them, I remain stronger than I have been before for I will carry with me till the day I join them in the skies, the memories and actions performed by those who have fallen on that fateful night. Their memory will live on and give me strength. I hope to the Skies I do not fail them as they look down now. Rest easy in the skies.