How it Happened

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It was an early morning, still dark. The sun wasn't quite above the peak of the mountain that seperated us from them. They are strange, we don't communicate with them, they don't understand us. We have a mutual dislikness. It wasn't until that fatal morning that put us in danger. When the eruption happened, we wern't prepared. The smoke poured over the town, people gasping for air. I don't know who lived or who died. This is all I remember before... before these thems came at me.

I stand in the dome, confused and allert. I finally start to talk to people and they reply. I gather the facts and this is what I have so far

- They don't know what the thems are either

- The thems can walk on both 4 and 2 legs

- These people think that they are on the other side of the mountain

- I'm still lost

It doesn't make sense, how could we be at the other side of the mountain, it seems like a different world. The lights got switched off. It must be later than I thought... Oh... I think... I'm getting... sleepy

I just woke up. It appeares to be bright out. I don't know what happened last night. When the lights turned off everyone just kind of fell to the ground. I have a throbbing headache and a grass stain on my face. I must have hit the dirt. My hair is a mess. Someone opened the dome just now. It was one of the thems. The them said they will explain everything, I will be sure to write it tonight.

I got back from the them meeting, I am told that they are called xinks. I guess I will refer to them as that now. The head xink is looking for human servents so he set off an eruption causing us to flee in terror. We must have ran to the other side of the mountain, once we passed the barrier most of our memory was gone. The head xink is going to look over the women and choose one to be his special servents. We must make ourselves presentable to be chosen. I know for sure I will not. I am going to run rampad, if I don't get chosen then I could either be set free or to cater to someone else. I prefer to cater to another xink instead of the head xink, but it is not a guarentee. The head xink also told us to remember this meeting... It may be the last one we will attend

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