“Year one hundred and twelve, of the second year. “
I’ve always enjoyed the smell of these old documents. Dusty, familiar… safe. The parchment stained a weird yellow with age.
“The fourth month, seventeen cycles in.
For a second day the sun has stayed closed. Its great brass shell blocking the light, extending the night.
This world has no stars, no moon.
The only light in the night sky, is a thin ray of escaping sunlight where the two brass shells of the temple meet around the sun.”
The text is quite… difficult to read. Not my native script… handwritten in almost a scribble. The faded ink also doesn’t help.
…If I had to say, it was probably written by a Canid… or a child.
Anyway… let’s see… blah, blah more describing how awful the dark is… hmm
“Upon question, the Lepidoptera stated that their Queen had made a request towards the Magical ones.”
…The magical ones… yeah, definitely a Canid.
“Upon seeing that the magical ones had increased farm land for the mainland lords, Queen Ankdree of the Lepidoptera demanded that the magical ones give her more land for her people to grow.
Upon rejection from the magical ones, she responded by refusing to open the sun until her demanded land had been delivered.
Essentially using her power, to threaten the magical ones.”
…Unless I’m missing something, this could be the first time someone threatened those who brought us here directly….
I should write this down.
“Year one hundred and twelve, of the second year. The fourth month, nineteen cycles in.
The sun opens again. Blinding light, engulfing the fields. Our eyes not use to it, after these three long days and night of darkness.
New mountain peaks have appeared upon the horizon.
The magical ones, have given into the Lepidoptera’s Queens demands.”
…That’s… important.
This is great, this Canid document might be the best find I’ve made is a while.
Where to start, where to start…translation?
Yeah, I should start rewriting this in common first settlement script. The board won't even bother reading this if I don’t.
“My owner?”
I fall off my chair.
She always does that, always sneaking up on me. How can something so… tall move around so silently.
“My owner, are you alright?”
I feel like an idiot, why am I so jumpy.
“Yes… yes my possession, I’m alright.” It always feels weird, calling someone that. “Please help me back up.”
She does, she always does what I tell her… that’s her thing. She’s my slave, and I’m her owner… that’s how this works.
