Chapter 18: A New Volume (Petram)
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Well, this is it. This is going to be my last entry log for this journal. I know I’m sounding really overdramatic, given how this is just the halfway mark of this journey, but I still can’t help but feel like I have been through a lot. And I know that I have, too.
Expect this log to be short too, mainly because I really don’t know what else to write in this anymore. That, and I’m seriously running out of pages here, so I don’t really have much choice but to keep things short and simple here.
It’s been three long years…where has all the time gone? It feels like time has been both on the slow and the fast lane – it feels like as if I’m living a very long fever dream…all this just doesn’t feel real at all, and yet, no matter how many times I pinch myself, I never find myself waking up. My mind has never played any tricks on me. Everything good, everything bad…
It’s all real.
I can’t help but recall everything I’ve been through. The open exploration where I had the free will to roam as I pleased, the environments that I got to witness firsthand, the many obstacles I had to climb and get through, and more importantly, the battles that I had to fight…
I don’t know if any normal human could do what I did. I don’t know if I can even call myself a normal human anymore given everything that has happened.
I mean, technically you can say I’m not a total human considering this strange magic that I possess, but something tells me it could lead to something greater. Something beyond Nent’s understanding, as Petram’s superiors mentioned back at the castle.
I can’t help but wonder just what kinds of disasters and marvels await me in the next three continents. There’s Ventus, Candor, and Inanis…and sure, while the first two sounds alright in my eyes, it’s the last one that bugs me. That’s the last continent of Nent, and more importantly, that’s where all the source of corrupt energy was being tracked by Novus’ researchers.
The worst part is that Inanis isn’t inherently a terrible continent, it’s just that it’s called the Continent of Darkness because of the lack of sun it gets due to its immense mountains walling off the light of dawn, while constant recurrent storms always deny the light from shining through the thick grey clouds. It must be really unfortunate to live there…to constantly live under the shadows of nature’s own creations…
Would the people of Inanis be hostile towards me because of my current state? Well, considering how Tirza hailed from such a place, I’m sure she can settle some things there if anything goes awry. I’m still wondering how she managed to get herself all the way from Inanis to Flos…it’s still something that still bothers me, and it’s still a question that she hasn’t answered. Well, it’s more a case of ‘she refused to answer’, but the fact still doesn’t change. I still didn’t know how she ended up going that far, and maybe I may never know…
But at the end of the day, that’s none of my concern. There are only two things on my mind which needed settling as soon as possible. This expedition, and the source to this…cursed magic. They were close. Closer than I ever hoped to imagine.
My answers were there. I won’t let three years go to waste now. Ever.
“A terra ad sidera explorabimus. Quod calcare possumus, revelabimus. Sicut illic est vocatio casus, casus est qui nos servabit in via nostra.”
- Writer
