Log 1 - It had been three days since we were dispatched through the northern path. An order from the king himself. I had been excited for the first day. The rit that I would gain as a result of this expedition would allow for to ascend my position of a knight but these harrowing days have disheartened .
It started as well as any journey, the food was dry as ever. The paiges complained and the other knights were yelling at them to do their jobs with no complaint.
That did not last though, instead it started to take over. Little by little my soldiers fell, replaced by their dead bodies.
Through the last two days most of everyone had been consud by this being. I fear I may be the last remaining. I can not do anything though. As much as it aches my heart to see my comrades torn asunder by this being… It was too powerful.
The dead eyes of another just passed as I write this ssage. Give strength oh' King.
Log 2 - it has been another week since my last entry and my fears have co to fruition. I am the last remaining with my own mind. No others remained with any of their mind intact.
It was a harrowing sight, to walk around the camp that we had created and to know that none of the expedition mbers were themselves.
I can only hope that I may survive this ordeal. My guard is always up.
On a brighter note I had found that they seed to want to leave alone. Whatever their purpose was, they needed . What they needed… I could not tell you. However I have so speculations.
If you are reading this then you are either the king or soone that has taken it from him but if you are the king then I would suspect that they are keeping alive for my inherent ability. Whatever they are they are not able to replicate the inherent abilities they held in life.
For example just the other day, Ilden, had snapped his hands on instinct to light a fire. Yet no fire ca. It was a curious phenonon but not one that was unique to him. Every other that I knew had an inherent ability kept their instincts yet they could not use their abilities.
Onto progress, we have made our way halfway through into the territory of the dragon. So far I have had no thoughts of violence against myself. But for the others… I have no clue. I would interrogate them but I feel as if that would not be the right move.
Log 3 - we had made it three quarters of the way to the lair of the dragon. At this point we were preparing for battle. It wasn't anything different than usual. My Paige armored however there was a slight poke that I felt. It wasn't anything unusual as when my armor is out there are so uncomfortable parts that would poke and prod at . However, now that I am writing this, it stood out to .
I can feel my mind going, as it is consud by a hostile intelligence. Thoughts that I didn't think appeared. It's wearing on my consciousness. I don't know how long I will last but I hope that this log will make its way towards you my king.
I have enchanted this so that no one else but you may decipher it. Hopefully if they take my mind they may not take the translation code.
This is my final ssage to you, my King. I hope that I did you good service.
…
I read the last log of this knight. Though a part of itstood out to .
"Delta, how can I read this?" I asked, pointing to the part where the knight had told his king that he had encoded it.
"I decoded it for you."
I just nodded at Delta's explanation. Taking it as fact, there was no need for to be suspicious of her. Though with that question out of my mind ca the implications of the journal and letter would have. Obviously it pointed to the ti that the mage had started to take over but it also gave us clues to the location of the apparent dragon that had been ntioned.
The northern path, that ant that sowhere to the north or following the northern path we would find the lair of this dragon. Whether or not it was the realm protector or owner would co later.
Though if we judge by the size of the expedition that had been taken and how it seed, from the other docunts, that most had been wiped out in their attempts that the dragon was more powerful than even the mage.
Or at least more powerful than the slaves of the mage. Though that didn't say much because the slaves of the mage that we had fought had been nothing but re peasants. None of them had the ability of a knight.
Though either way, the dragon was most likely still at large. With how the expedition had failed and the relatively short ti fra between then and now. It didn't give the mage much ti to prepare for a second expedition and even if he did it wouldn't be a waste to seek after it. The journey may bring us closer to other kingdoms that might have more information.
That was for later though as I had docunts to read however I still felt proud of myself as I had gotten so much out of a simple journal and so supporting letters.
I could feel the disapproving gaze of Delta on myself however I wasn't going to stop my self praise just because she knew more. I had to read through all of those docunts and had concluded so much evidence and plans from them. It was an accomplishnt as it was my first ti going through such docunts.
Though it hurt my eyes to do so much reading, not to ntion how dry it was. The journal was one of if not the best written one. My eyes had healed soon after being strained however the ntal strain still hit .
By now though it had already been a couple of hours of just reading through dry docunts. My eyes were drooping at the thought of any more paperwork.
I sucked in a deep breath and let it out. My eyes closed and I felt my consciousness start to fall before it was pulled back by a shock to the neck.
My eyes opened in an instant and started to glare at Delta.
"No sleeping" was the only thing I got from her before she buried in more paperwork.
I flipped through the prices of paper and saw that they were all scattered in their contents. I wondered what I was supposed to do with this outloud.
"Organize it into one docunt with all of the important aspects cataloged"
…
I groaned as my head fell into my arms. The desk was filled with papers thrown haphazardly around. Under my arms was a docunt that contained the combined reports of everything that was in the giant stack of paper that had been thrown all around the desk.
It was boring, so boring. All of the reports was about managent. About how this one person had this problem and it was solved with solution a. Or maybe solution b.
Delta had wanted to take all of the important data from it and organize it into the docunt and that was what I did.
I looked at the solutions that worked and those that didn't and found the parts of the ones that failed that I could use and the parts of the ones that succeeded that I could also use.
Those were put into the experintal part of the docunt while the other pages were of the various successes and failures.
I was finally done. It was educational, in ways that I didn't want to acknowledge but I was forced to. The smug smile that had appeared in my vision just begged for to admit that I was wrong.
"So~"
The singsong voice of Delta rang in my ear. It must have been chanically tuned because no voice could be that tuned.
"This was good practice" I spat out, my tired brain not caring for formalities at all.
"Good, now sleep"
With that my eyes dropped, my consciousness slipping. For a second I wondered how she had done it. With but a single word I was falling unconscious against my will.
…
I woke to the scent of paper and ink. It was weird, for all I knew we used Delta as a sort of note taker.
If either Aoif or I wanted sothing written down for further use we would either rember it or if we didn't have ti would have Delta morize it.
That was why it was so weird that I could sll the faint scent of ink. It was because none of us had nor used ink for notes or anything else I could think of.
I opened my eyes, my back slightly strained from sleeping in a chair the whole night.
On the chair beside was Aoif, her eyes closed as she snoozed away.
I looked up and saw Delta focusing on sothing. A paper on the desk as she wrote and rewrote sothing.
Small adjustnts were made here and there but overall the image stayed the sa.
It was of a rune, one that looked to be an inverted K with lines here and there.
I could feel the aether that flowed off of the rune though every ti it was rewritten it would flow just that much more powerfully.
There was even a faint sense of dryness in the atmosphere. I could only conclude that whatever that rune did it had to do with fire or sothing similar like moisture.
Why Delta would play around with stuff like that in a room full of books and docunts was beyond but I guess she might have had so counterasures.
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