I have no name, just call me the record keeper; everyone else does. Not many people actually have names now. I was born into a world that’s been destroyed, distorted, and mangled. Much like a dead snake ensnared in a thorny bush. I don’t know anything about my parents. As far as I know i was born from the earth, as so many others claim. To many of us, our birth feels like the earths vain attempt at a second life. My job is a necessary one in our attempt not to loose our past again. I keep track of what’s left of the old world records, and I create new ones. This is leading me on a long and tiring adventure. Following the foot steps of an old world queen.
I left my home not long ago to follow her steps from the beginning of her diary. It took me to the land of the drows, to learn their language. Then it took me to the beginning of her journey. Now I sit on the shores of the first island she set foot on with her companions on a quest that was supposed to save the world. Instead that quest lead to its destruction. These shores are still tainted, black with death, and darkness. I am unsure how far their quest went, or if they even finished it. Finding this out will end up being my soul purpose. So in light of this I close this book for now, to write another day.
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