Arynthe's Story

The new life

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I'm now officially sane. It took me 13 superweeks- over one and a half year!- but I'm officially sane again. 

I guess my desire to become Mara again was cured with it. I don't feel like returning to Ashiria at all anymore. At first I was making plans on how to return to Ashiria and make it all right again, but by now I think I actually stopped caring. My people rejected me, and so they shouldn't be surprised I leave them to enjoy their problems.

Over the past few superweeks I've built a nice and stable life here on the station. I think I want to become a scientist or an inventor. I found out I'm pretty good at engineering. I'm now working at the Ashirian station as a part-time engineer, so that I have some spare time for research. 

Man, I abandoned this book for long, I suddenly realize. My last chapter was of, what will it be, 11 and a half superweek ago. I should start noting the dates. On the other hand, I didn't do that in previous chapters either, and also, I don't know the dates of many events anymore. 

I guess I should just end the book here. The most interesting things have all happened, except if somewhere in the future I do a great invention- and I doubt that. All cool things have been invented already. I'll keep this book as a memory of what happened in my past life, even though I left that behind, and I'm pretty sure it's forever.

I want to give my last written respect to everyone who stood with me through the rough times: my Council of Eight (Otoum, Shela, Tgaia, Keran, Rekyn, Irtag, Grosile and Ennaf), Zad, Haik, Tir, Arynthe, Eylire, Mitor, Wehjo (yes, even him!), Egeg and last but not least: my parents. May those of them who didn't make it have a happy afterlife, if they believe in it.

THE END.

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No. It's not the end. It's most certainly not the end. No, no, no.

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I fell into my chair, seeking grip with my shaking fingers, to prevent myself from sliding off the chair again. I thought I would welcome a great discovery, but this secret should never have been unveiled, or at least not to any Ashirian. The evidence was clear, but I didn't believe it, even though I knew it was true. 

I grabbed my report and read it all through again, desperate to find a mistake, but I didn't find any. It was clear. I had found out the truth, and it was a rather uncomfortable truth, too. 

My trembling index finger reached for the button to call Zad, but then it froze. Would he be able to bear my discovery, I wondered. Was it my right to force these facts upon people that haven't been searching for it? Shouldn't I bury them until people were more ready for them?

But would that day ever come?

I pressed the button.