The Story of DEMA

The Clancy Journal Entries Part Six

I can't believe what I just saw. I'm still trying to understand. This whole time I was sure that I was all alone - a single soul in this vast unknown world. But a few days into this trek, I looked down to see a figure headed the same way I was. I've tucked myself in these caves and crevices, trying my best to keep hidden, but he was out in the open, making his exhausted journey right down the middle of trench. I was curious enough to follow alongside the path with him. He seemed unaffected by the fear of the unknown- the fear that tends to cripple me. To him, the terrain seemed familiar, as if he had been out here before.
While lost in my curiosity, they appeared. I had heard about them back in Dema, but to my knowledge, the stories were merely myth. Ten, twenty, and then what seemed to be a hundred Banditos appeared upon the cliffs, all looking down at him. He only stopped for a moment to look up at them, and then continued on his way. His energy changed, and I wasn't sure if he was frightened or encouraged by their ominous presence.
They warned him of what was about to come. It was a blur. First seeing the figure, then the Banditos, only to now have my eyes opened to the oncoming bishop upon a white horse drawing closer in the distance.
The figure halted, and waited. When the bishop stopped, I was sure he looked up, directly at me, so I hid- deeper back in a cave. The presence of the robed rider seemed to paralyze the man. He stood still as he was approached, powerless as the outstretched hands smeared his neck. I had never seen a bishop possess power like this. Keons has always seemed gentle and warm - this bishop, at least out here, seemed like something else.
So I ran, and I've been running as long as my legs and lungs can handle. Maybe this note will be my proof that what I witnessed was not a dream. A million questions race through my brain. Am I not the only one traveling through trench?
I'll travel a little further, and maybe I'll get a moment of rest tonight. I may have made a mistake, leaving. This spot, between two places, is beginning to feel like an endless and hopeless abyss. At least Dema is a place that I know, and at times like this, I miss a lot about what I know. This will all be much tougher than I imagined. Nothing out here is familiar. I've witnessed the presence of others for the first time today, and I feel more alone than ever. Cover me.

- Clancy

- credit to twenty one pilots -

To find the original Clancy entries go here:

http://dmaorg.info/found/15398642_14/clancy.php