Chapter XXXIV: Forsaken

                                                                                            An excerpt from
                                                                                 Diary of the Forsaken
                                                                                                 Entry 25:256
                                                                                 Date 73 of 7499 SC

There's something strange going on out there.

I can sense it. Don't ask me how, I just can. I think there's an uprising of some sort.

I've been creeping around in these corridoors for days, looking for a hiding place. Without any success. But I've been hearing things, snatches of information here, a whispering of information there and a few hurried conversations have confirmed my thoughts.

The Children are rebelling.

I don't know why, I haven't heard anything about causes as of yet, but I know they are. And I suspect it has something to do with recent disappearances. I've heard a few names, hissed hurriedly in an air of secrecy, but none I know as of yet.

And there's something about people known as the Chosen.

I have a strange feeling I know exactly what they are.

They're the ones the Union have sectioned off for various reasons, some because of their abilities, others for testing to see if the develop any.

And some because we know too much.

I was one of those.

That water had been strange, the stuff they gave us in the flasks. I'd hated it immediately and stopped drinking it. As a result, I don't believe I developed anything.

Aside from heightened senses of course. The drugs may have made me blind, but I can certainly build a picture of what's going on around me by hearing, smell and touch.

How else would I have survived what I've been through?

But back to the uprising. I have the feeling it's something to do with the so-called Chosen going missing and not returning. I've heard that someone has recently been confirmed dead. I don't know what to make of this, but I know the information must have leaked from somewhere.

And I don't think it was from Bold or Anxious.

I'm going to find them now. I have to find out what's going on. Despite my earlier decision to flee, I feel that under the circumstances the best I can do is track them down and start piecing this puzzle together.

That is, if I can find them before I'm dead.


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