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Journals of the Past: 4The Temple
Despite the fact that my people supposedly had always lived underground surprisingly few could see in the dark. For this reason we had lights empowered with an old form of passive magic. In our homes we had to activate it by touching a control panel located close to the doors to the rooms. On the streets however the light were controlled by the time and size of the street. The bigger the street the brighter it would be since it would be more people using it, and the back alleys were there was almost none visiting were quite dark.
I took ground in the back alleys to my former home. I carefully looked around the house corner and could see two men standing guard, most likely to follow, or catch, me if I were to try to leave the house. That must mean that the council were planning to make a scene of my exilement, and I were not going to give them that opportunity. Instead I went deeper into the back alley and kept to whatever shadows there were. Doing it like that and car
Journals of the Past: 3Goodbye
For once I did not protest when they escorted me back home, no, my former home. I was shocked by thier judgement and the lack of discussion. Something must have scared them, I did not know.
When I entered my former room, my friend was sitting on the bed. She did not look up when I entered and I did not lit any lights. I did not need them, she could not see them. She had become blind shortly after her birth, noone knows why.
"You're leaving," she said. Despite her blindness she could see more than most. She claimed it was a gift granted by the gods, I claimed it was a curse. More than half of the time the visions she had brought her nothing but pain and sorrow. I knew she had been crying, she had without doubt seen the judgement.
"Yes, they gave me a week but I think I'll leave tonight. Except you I have none I wish to speak to and I have almost all I'll need at my camp about 1½ day from here."
"No, you're not leaving tonight. You're going to visit the temp
Journals of the Past: 2Consequences
I do not remember how i got back to the outer edges of the town. I did not get close to the town before the searchparties found me. I believe however that a few of them thought i was a ghost, or perhaps a demon before they recognized me. I was dirty. Exploring dirty old caves, taking half a shower in the rain before going back through all that dust leaves traces. In my case, lots of traces. I am quite sure that one of the guards accompaning the searchparty drew his weapon, even tho he denies it. They were both happy to have found me alive and angry beause I had broken one of the most basic laws we have, do not leave the settlement without premission. The first thing they did was to bring me back and almost forced me to take a shower. The second thing was to get me dressed properly, apparently the council had an emergency meeting because of me. I thought that getting something to eat was a better idea but they did not want to listen, just as usual.
Journals of the Past: 1Journals of the past.
My name is Amaterasu, headmaster and founder of the New Academy of Knowledge and Magic. Many have asked me why and how I did it all, if the many stories of my past are true.
I don't know of all the stories that are told, nor do I wish too. I do know tho, that many that might have been true once no longer are since they now seem like legends of a royal princess that was thouched by the gods and chosen to become a hero. However, I would not say that I'm a hero, many of the things I did has nothing heroic to do with them at all, but it is true that amongst my people I would be considered a royalty, even perhaps a princess, since I, after all, am an ascendant from the royal bloodline.
To clear confusions and to tell the tale of my people and to leave important information to the coming generations I have chose to tell my tale which started many years ago when I still was considered to be a child.
The stubborn Child.
A pair of dirty ha
Drifting into the form of arksThere are figures of numbers
Dancing 'round the lit flame
shapes of the logic founders
all with no blame
The shadows thee cast
are shallow and vast
Dancing with earth
knowing all thats worth
Fading with the twilight
slowly fading away
when day comes from night
in the suns yellow ray
Arriwing from the charcoal
turning to papers marks
transforming to the final goal
Drifting into the form of arks
Numbers creating figures
telling how to lit the flame
spanning cross endless fissures
thee are all to blame
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