11-02-2020, 03:05 PM
Dear friends,
It's been a while since I've had anything worthwhile to write about. Joining the King Crab's Army was a mistake. I don't know anyone in the army anymore, and it seems like those who are left sneer at me. I wish I could just leave like the others did, but then I'm left without purpose. Not that I think I have much now. I'm starting to wonder if you all would be proud of me or not...
I've learned to turn sand into larger crystals of quartz at the sound of my voice and the movements of my hands. If nothing else, I feel like more of a mage now. The crystals hum, not in a way you can hear with your ears, but in a way you just, feel it. Of course, I'm not really a mage, just some dumb orphan that wandered around until someone took pity on her.
Speaking of... I've been working with Mochan. He was part of the army, but he felt that his lot in life wasn't to harm, but to heal. He made me a stave as a gift, and it's [some water stains the page and blurs the ink] most beautiful thing I've ever held in my own two hands. I've ground up some things to brew some potions, but I need to head out again soon to get some more. If only I didn't live in this sewer, I could grow my own flowers. Anyway, wish me luck, even if it didn't do you all any good. I really hope you guys are looking out for me. Maybe you are. I really like Mochan, and I'm sureI wouldn't have met him if not for the army.
Miss you all.
It's been a while since I've had anything worthwhile to write about. Joining the King Crab's Army was a mistake. I don't know anyone in the army anymore, and it seems like those who are left sneer at me. I wish I could just leave like the others did, but then I'm left without purpose. Not that I think I have much now. I'm starting to wonder if you all would be proud of me or not...
I've learned to turn sand into larger crystals of quartz at the sound of my voice and the movements of my hands. If nothing else, I feel like more of a mage now. The crystals hum, not in a way you can hear with your ears, but in a way you just, feel it. Of course, I'm not really a mage, just some dumb orphan that wandered around until someone took pity on her.
Speaking of... I've been working with Mochan. He was part of the army, but he felt that his lot in life wasn't to harm, but to heal. He made me a stave as a gift, and it's [some water stains the page and blurs the ink] most beautiful thing I've ever held in my own two hands. I've ground up some things to brew some potions, but I need to head out again soon to get some more. If only I didn't live in this sewer, I could grow my own flowers. Anyway, wish me luck, even if it didn't do you all any good. I really hope you guys are looking out for me. Maybe you are. I really like Mochan, and I'm sureI wouldn't have met him if not for the army.
Miss you all.