Journal 014

- Journal 014 - by aiedz

You see a journal with acid burns and dried black substance on nearly every page only a few of the pages are legible.

Empty. Still empty after 3 months in this hole. Having traced rumors of evil to this land I have yet to capitalize on the great many treasures rumored to be here. So far, I have solved the puzzles and managed to escape some of the powerful beings using cunning and stealth I managed to catch a glimpse of a few fanciful books hidden in treasure chests of gold and ornate craftsmanship. Such beauty could not have come from these foul creatures. I can not escape this room. The witch's when not striking upon some foul magic practice their throwing knives. Being next to the target the spells surrounding their blades have leaked into me. I can feel their poison coursing through my veins. I can not die until I have something in my purse. It is still empty maybe if I beg one of the witches to give me a single coin in exchange for my soul I can live through this poison and join them in the riches.

I found the wretch's writing when he came begging to be killed for a single coin. These beings do not accept that life is the most precious gift and willingness to sacrifice a soul for a little coin in their purses only proves our just cause. All that do not value life enough to stand up to their destroyers must be purged. The gods as they call them are weak and impotent. Once this land is conquered we must desecrate their temples. Starting with their god of "war". What was his name? I shall torture it out of the next wretch that comes seeking the glory of conquest.

As predicted not a year has yet past and another comes. The screams where music as we put her to the question. The answers where inadequate to save her life. I have learned that there is a town with a portal to each of the so-called gods temples. We must take this town and use it as a striking point into the heart of their land. We shall cover their precious temples in the blood of their followers and when they puny gods come for their vengeance we shall eliminate them. These weak little life forms are nothing to the great one and thus to me and my brethren. Unless they can show us they value life we shall eliminate them all.

The greedy clever horrible creatures have managed to block the exit. Maybe they do see the value of life? At least their own. We shall discuss the next course of action. We must figure out the seals. Buttons and levers, levers and buttons. Their advanced technology shall not keep us here forever. Everything is starting to feel empty. Cold and utterly empty.

~Summer 2019 Writing Contest~