An excerpt from
Diary of the Forsaken
Date 67 of 7499 SC
I've never felt so terrible in all my life.
Nothing is making sense to me anymore, not even things that are told to me directly. It's not that I don't understand, it's that I know more than these people do. Not even Bold has any idea what the truth is, all he sees are Mother and Father's lies. The lies that everyone believes like the gospel truth.
I don't know what to do, I can't come to definate decisions on anything. Everything seemed so simple when I thought it through in the cell, so straightforward and clear-cut. But now I'm out here, back in the place I've been missing from for more than half my life, it all seems so complicated. It's like treading on broken glass, one wrong step and it'll all go disastrously wrong.
I can't even bring myself to tell Bold what I know, for fear I'll go wrong.
But I have to tell him, someone besides me has to know. Someone has to spread the word, get everyone out of here before they all die!
No, that won't work. How can I know what's going on when I scarcely remember my own name?
Because otherwise it will all have been for nothing.
It's all been for nothing anyway, no-one will believe me. They all think I'm dead for heck's sake! I'm out of my depth, I have no idea what's happened here since I "disappeared". I haven't a clue as to what's what or anything about who anyone is. Even Bold is prety much a stranger to me.
But I have to tell them, or they'll all die before their time is up. If they don't find a way out soon then they never will. Then I'll have killed them just as much as those murdering fiends they call Gods.
I have to tell Bold everything, before it's too late for them.
Because it's already too late for me.