9/17/201x- 19:26
Dear Journal,
Now with Mother gone, I have taken several moments to realize that she was right all along.
The surface world is a terrible place.
Water and cold galore.
It was 'hailing' for the love of all things holy.
I learned from Mitchell that hail is frozen water known as ice falling from the sky rather than water or rain.
I have no recollection of my sickened state overnight, but a local sorcerer has managed to nurse me back to full health with a single potion.
I will continue writing, but very scarcely.
~Preston
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Lost Amongst Many
FanfictionLost, not knowing where to go, or where his path led, he walked. For his age, none of what he did or said should've been possible, for he was merely a year old. In his time at least. See, he's a lava creeper. They mature 6 times slower than humans...
