An excerpt from
Diary of the Forsaken
Date 64of 7499SC
They can't keep me in here forever. They know it, I know it.
That's why they want to kill me.
Father's guards have tried to do away with me several times, but each time they've failed. I've always stayed one step ahead of them. I abandoned their ways, I refused to comply with them and I fought bitterly to retain my own life. But I failed, and they put me in this place. I don't know where it is, but I have a feeling that I'm somewhere that very few people, aside from Mother and Father know about. They changed my name when I got here. I used to be called Bold, but after I started fighting they changed it to Forsaken. And Forsaken I am, for all of life appears to have forgotten me. But I know the truth, and that's why they've put me here. My death would have been to obvious to the rest of the Children, so they've locked me up in here. And now they're trying to kill me. They'll tell everyone I'm infected with something, tell them I wanted to be put away so as not to endanger them. Then they'll make it look like I died of this "illness", which these drugs they're giving was supposedly "trying he heal."Filthy liars.
They've forced several drugs into my system already, but I've managed to get most of them out again. How, you don't want to know. But I have to stay alive, one way or another.
I can't do this alone, I'm going to need help.
There's a panel in my cell I'm suspicious of, I sometimes hear faint scratching coming from outside it. I've tried everything to find out what the scratching is, but no-one seems to hear me. Perhaps Father and Mother are just tormenting me, seeing if they can drive me mad before they kill me.
I'm weak, they don't give me much food and I try not to eat to much. They lace most of it with poisons anyway. I need to contact the outside, I need to tell someone what I know. They have no idea what I've discovered. But I'll have to get out fast, I can't last much longer in this place. As much as I try to stop them, they're killing me. Slowly but surely my life is ebbing out of me.
I need to find help. I need someone to get me out of this place, then I can tell them all the truth. The truth I discovered so long ago that lead to me being trapped in here.
The truth that our lives are all an experiment, and that these "Cold Gods" of theirs are going to kill us.