Day 1, Illander's Diary

Dear Whomever,

So much is happening! I was told a few days ago that I'm one of the "chosen ones" and I was sent out on a quest with Asleigh (who of course was chosen too) and two kids from Lower Valon. There's Sadush, a green human who lives in a run down old shack... just like a poet! The other kid is a half elf named Laird. She seems super tough and intimidating. I saw her do a round off with a dagger in her mouth!

What are we chosen for? good question. We must battle a sleeping evil that's about to wake up or something. We're all having dreams about it and stuff. I almost forgot... We took a pirate ship! Sadush and Laird got bit by giant rats and had filth fever, but I nursed them back to health. Ashleigh didn't do anything. I'm trying to see the good in her for Erevan's sake, but she makes it really hard.

It feels good to take care of people. I like being needed. Maybe if I keep working hard the others will like having me around.

I feel so much less sad out here than I did at home. I mean, I've never been chosen for anything. I always thought, why can't it ever be me? Why can't I be special like Erevan or Ashleigh or Iagon? My parents are so proud which feels good, actually. I don't think they've ever been proud of me except for when I did my ritual and gained power.

Anyway, we have to go battle goblins and receive a magicum core so an alchemist can transport us to a secret island in his magic bathysphere. Oh, I almost forgot to mention the best part... we're traveling under aliases, so I don't have to be an Illrune! I'm so excited!

I wrote this poem. It's called "Carry Me":

Water.
Ice.
Splash and whoosh.
Carry me, ship.
Fly me far on wings of anticipation
for the mysterious "what's to come".
Carry me from the tedium of high society and
the boredom of the bourgousie
high
in their "Upper City". They who
look down on the rest. "The lower".
Never knowing it's those they look down on,
those they pity,
that walk in grace and nobility.
Carry me, ship.
Carry me through water, through ice.
Whoosh.
Carry me far enough,
so I won't come back.

It has a few kinks yet, but I'll keep working on it.

Keep it Secret,
Illander Illrune aka "Iagon"