Journal Entry No. 2

Well, I have been badgered left, right and centre to keep this journal more up to date.  I am still not understanding why, it has been a ten days since the last worthless entry I made and I have not done anything of interest, well when I say of interest others seem to think that I have.  However tonight is the Pageant of Power and this is a festival that allows all comers who believe they can become an Oracle to show their power and progress into the next stage.  I will know more later as I am just going to get ready for the festivities, maybe I will take this book and write a little when I get utterly bored.

Well I am just back from the Pageant of Power and my entire outlook on what I am doing here and what the pageant was all about.  One, wanna be Oracle literally fights another wanna be Oracle using whatever means they have able to do the most damage and ultimately get the other party to yield, the difference is they can do anything at all because everyone is already dead and therefore can’t die again.  Any holes, loss of body part or complete dis-assembly of mind body and soul will not matter as they will always return to the way they were when they entered this mystical land.  I almost saw a great number of things that I had to look away from because I, being not dead, am still unable to comprehend this fact and my mind still process the removal of a limb or large chunks of flesh as not pleasant.

The Pageant tonight was taken up primarily by one single faerie who managed to win the whole thing without using a single offensive spell. All he did was use defensive and lingering obstructive spells, these put together with his in battle intimidating prowess really made the final battle entertaining. The ultimate objective of the pageant is to win and become and Oracle but this faerie decided not to move on into rebirth and said he would try better next time, how can you win something and promise to try better next time. The pageant is held every five years in here .

Blimey, I almost forgot this bit, his dance. When he had won, he let down his guard for an instance and did a dance that I can only describe as, how do you spell, “Bleurghhh” and I also found out that no one actually knows his name and people really can’t describe him either he is turning very mysterious but at the same time very familiar.

Journal Entry No. 1

I have been in this horribly amazing land for three weeks and five days.  Just yesterday I was given this almost empty journal after two people here said it would be to my benefit.

As I have never written in a journal before how am I supposed to know what to write.  At the best of times I can think a complete load of rubbish.

On the very first page it has written in some beautiful old school script, “Stars always shine brightest at night.” And underneath I have been told is the same thing written in the old language.  Anyway it looks very nice.  The book itself is made from leather and is hand made by my grandmother.  Not sure how she made the paper but it is stitched into the leather from and back with some big leather stitches.

My grandmother is one that told me to keep one and said she always used to keep one and wrote in it everyday.  However the Polyphant told me that I would be unable to take my Journal home. Apparently that doesn’t matter though, seems a bit pointless to me.  But, on the brightside he did also tell me that a journal is a way to put on paper what is already stored safely in your head, so if I need to remember anything all I have to do is think hard.

Everything seems to be hard.

Anyway, this is the Land of the Dead, this is where some of the dead, retire is as good a word as any, retire to.  It took me a couple of weeks to be covinced that I am not dead.  They did eventually convince me, but I am not sure.  They said to me, “So Seren are you dead?” I said, “No” and they said, “Well there you go then” This is the some total of their argument, oh yes and the little bit where they added as if it was an after thought, “You would know if you were dead, trust us on this”

I will reserve judgement.  I think that is enough for entry number one of probably one.