Saturday, November 15, 2003

Day 20
Continuing with some explanations.

#3 The World
This world is called Trea (pronounced tree-ah according to Malqomb). And this world and . . . well, Earth, I guess, live on parallel dimensions, or universes or something. The people that live here are fairies. Yes, that sounds EXTREMELY strange, that's because it is. But they all have wings like you would think a fairy would. Except these fairies are human sized.
Malqomb said that we aren't on the continent where most of the fairies live, though. That's across the ocean. He showed me a map, and I sort of . . . it sort of makes sense.

#4 Malqomb
Ok, in general, I've found out these things about him. He's closer to 35 or maybe even 40 years old. He designed Kri Opien (the Shelter [tower I live in]) and he is extremely powerful with the magic stuff. I call it magic he calls it "power." Not a big difference.
He is incredibly handsome for an older guy. I could live with some ancient grampa or something. I guess it's my luck I was summoned by a hottie.
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Thursday, November 13, 2003

Day 18
Ah confusion. The word that best describes my life.
Malqomb explained some things to me. Of course, none of them should be true, and of course, all of them are.

#1 How I got here.
"You have always existed," he told me.
And of course I asked what the hell that was supposed to mean. Answer: "You belong here, and you always have." Not really an answer if you ask me.
What I got out of THAT conversation: I actually DO know this place, this world. Somehow I have always lived here but haven't known it (impossible?). It does explain why I recognize everything.
Apparently he summoned me here. Those words (Tierenma Maenma Kaien) are dangerous, because Malqomb won't speak them. He had to write them down to get me here (in this very book that I own now). I knew I didn't like them.

#2 My name that isn't my name.
Cassioankaiey is obviously NOT my name, but Malqomb says that I should know it because it is my true name. A name someone gave me.

Here's the thing. He won't tell me WHO gave me that name and he won't tell me WHY he summoned me.
My hand is tired, more later.
(I haven't told him about my recognition. And, unless he beats it out of me. I don't plan to tell.)
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Day 16
My plan sort of worked. Well, I got outside, but . . . then it backfired.

Alright, backing up. Yesterday I tried to escape because this place was driving me insane! And that man is not helping. So I tried to kill him. I didn't really try that hard, I just threatened him.

I woke up early, actually I didn't even sleep. Then I made the door open to an armory of sorts. I didn't know if it would work, because I'd never really tried to will it to open on any specific thing, but it did. And I got a knife. Then I went back to my room to wait, except that HE was there. I wanted to kill him, but I held back and just threatened. So he let me leave, he even opened the door for me to the outside.

I ran so fast I couldn't even hear my own breath. But then I tripped over some damn tree and . . . it's hard to write. I recognized it, the landscape. I felt something I've never felt before. Home.

But this isn't my home, this is some other world that I don't belong in! I want to leave. I want to run away. But wherever I go, wherever I try to run to, it's all the same. It's all familiar.

After he came and found me, I apologized. He let me sit in the dark all day, but he watched me. I HATE him, but I need to know what has happened to me.

I think he'll tell me now.
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Sunday, November 9, 2003

Day 14
Two weeks. It's been two weeks to the day. And it really doesn't feel like it.

I've been busy thinking. My name. My memory-dreams. Malqomb's damn annoying personality. His name isn't exactly M-A-L-Q-O-M-B, but that's as close as I can come of the pronunciation.
My name, on the other hand is . . . even more confusing. It has three parts. Cassi Oan Kaiey. So, it's like Cassioankaiey. Yes, it's long. But, it fits. Don't ask me how, but, after he called me it I had a dream.

! The Dream
I'm sitting on a wooden swing, and the wind blows me back and forth. I see red everywhere, not fire, but like the entire world is covered in a red film. I feel younger, although I can't see myself. I must be little, I think.
Then this tall man comes to me, calling me Cassioankaiey. He's my father. Somehow I know that, and I love him, but I'm taken away from him. That's when the world goes back to normal and I wake up.

I'm don't want to tell Malqomb, because he'll just shrug or furrow his eyebrows. He won't explain it. But, I'll make him, soon enough.
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Thursday, November 6, 2003

Day 11
I feel better today, less "out-of-it." I can certainly think more clearly.

#1: Kri Opien
The Shelter, that's what this house/tower thing is called. I asked and he actually said the name, so I memorized it and wrote it down. I've been trying to figure it out, but. . . I still can't seem to work the doors. I opened the door that leads from my room, and there was a sort of bathroom, which was too coincidental to be coincidence. So, I opened it later when I was hungry and there was food. It has something to do with what I want, or need. I'll figure it out eventually.

Other than thinking, I did nothing. I looked out the window and thought about this situation. I'm scared because this place makes so much sense, when it shouldn't. And I keep trying to put myself back home, in my memories and such. But . . . I just can't do it. I feel like I'm losing myself.

Who am I?

I asked him that.

He told me.

And that was . . . well, it wasn't what I expected to hear.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2003

Day 9
Today was uneventful, but yesterday. Wow.

After he saved me (from the monster I exploded [that's still unexplained]), he took me to a cottage/house/tower thing. I've begun to wonder now, because I've lived here for a whole day, if it isn't something supernatural. I open one door and it leads to a room I've never seen before. I close it and open it again and there is a different room. I asked him about it, but, he won't tell.

That's right. He speaks English. It surprised me so much I didn't say anything to him yesterday. It was amazing. He just stood there and said "Do not be worried, I am here." As if that was supposed to be comforting.
He has an accent. Sort of like Russian/French. Strange. I must have blacked out from the pain, because I don't remember just how I got here. But, he did something to me, some kind of chant or something like magic and right now I don't much care about anything. I feel very nice. And calm. I can't think to clearly.

Anyway, he won't tell me his name.
I thought that was strange. Oh well.
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Sunday, November 2, 2003

Day 7
Today . . . I thought I was dead. I should have . . . but something happened.

I was walking around, trying to make sense of something, trying to remember. I didn't notice the sound at first, because it was so quiet. Then, the thing pounced. It was a monster. Blood red eyes, fangs, and dark green fur. I swear it was some kind of werewolf-lizard. Scales covered its hands, but fur on its head. The thing was huge, as big as . . . a gorilla. My arm is broken, and one of my ribs. It was so powerful on top of me, I couldn't breathe. I can't sleep. Every noise brings back the nightmare.

He saved me, an obvious end to my "adventure" in the forest. But not before something happened. Another thing to add to the "weird" list. I did it, but I don't know how. I . . . I . . . made it explode.
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Friday, October 31, 2003

Day: 5
I can't believe I've been here for a week. Seven days ago I found this book, empty on the ground. I knew there was a reason I always kept a pen in my pocket. It is my writer's soul after all.
Weird Thing #1:
When I found this book, it had three words in it. Words that I know, but I can't understand. Tierenma Maenma Kaien. I feel them, echoing in my mind. In my dreams.
Weird Thing #2:
I say I steal food, but really, it's always there. The same spot everyday. It's like I'm some wild animal who is slowly being tamed. If he only knew how scared I was.
Weird Thing #3:
I know it's him. That man. He feeds me. He follows me. He must have written the words. Maybe he even . . . okay, no, that's another level of weirdness I'm not ready to deal with.
Weird Thing #4:
On describing how I got here: I HAVE NO IDEA. Really, you'd think I would. I should have some hint as to how it happened. But, I don't remember. One day I woke up and I was here. Well, seven days ago. A week. But, I just can't remember anymore. I can't remember things. Like my old house, or my old friends, all those little things have started to fade. And that is the scariest thing of all.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Day 3: A Starting Point
I took a step into the town today. I was so scared I almost peed my pants. A woman spoke to me. She was gesturing to my hair and smiling, but hell if I knew what she meant. The language is so incomprehensible, so fluid and mushed together. I can't pick out words. I can barely pick out sounds.
Getting back to the scary part.
I somehow got caught in the current of people and was pulled into the center of the town on market day. The winged people stared and they pointed. My heart must have exploded and I haven't noticed yet, but, somehow I found my way out.
Now that I think about it. The place was amazing. It was beautiful. There were so many colors and smells and sounds. Laughter and berries and a dozen shades of indigo. I just can't put it into words. The world was spinning, twirling out of control. Booths three stories tall and higher. Bells and music and singing enfolding the place within an energy so powerful . . . I'm rambling now. And I must save pages.
One more thing before I go steal some food; he was there. I know he followed me.
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Sunday, October 26, 2003

   Another Day Today The Begining
This is the beginning. The beginning of a story. Not many people will believe it, but that's what a story is for I guess. To not be believed.

Day 1: I saw him again, that strange man who looks sort of like Han Solo or maybe even that guy from that one movie. Dark hair. The bluest blue eyes. He follows me sometimes. But everything is so strange here, so different. The people fly. And I don't mean float, they fly. With wings. Full blown wings. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.
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