Dr. Cotton's Notes

Entrie Two

I write this with many things on my mind but I am unable to communicate them. The past three days have been something beyond my wildest imaginations. I feel as if ever since I have opened the cursed book, a piece of my consciousness has become out of reach. But it is with this disconnect that I have found to be the source of the powers I am now able to harness. I feel guilt, I snapped at a new friend of mine when he suggested that the magic I have shown to possess could be that of warlock orgins. I got angry at him, and told him that is idiotic to even think about. But he is a well learnt man, and I only got upset due to my fear that he may be correct. I apologized soon after, he understood where I was coming from.
My current theory is that I have somehow translated the text enough to where I have gained these.. spells. As if the text is somehow covering up incantations. I am guessing I am now weilding an ancient magic, that of which follows the way of how wizards learn their craft. It's troubling to me though.. It is troubling how I can not remember how I started to translate this text. I remember looking at the characters and thinking how incredibly alien they were. I was staring at them and then.. all of a sudden I was somewhere else. Fully aware of what every sentence of the first paragraph meant. Where that other place is, I cannot explain. Nor do I remember anything about it other than I felt.. so incredibly sick to my stomach. I remember waking up and then vomiting. This cursed book.. This book Lucarius has poured every ounce of his sanity into is not benevolent. But I cannot give up. It has proven to be my only source of survival if I were to be cut off from my group.

I need to find Lucarius.