The Lone Traveler's Diary and other Short Stories
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  • Time 4h 41m
Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2020
You stumbled upon the Vault of Knowledge, cape ripped and mangled from the attacks of the krills that had suddenly appeared near the gate to the temple of Wasteland. 

You had not expected those beasts to appear again after meeting their kind at the start of the Golden Wasteland. Traumatised by your harrowing encounter, you are comforted by the soft and quiet atmosphere which the Vault brings to you. 

There are rows and rows of unlit lanterns on the shelves of Vault that reached to the ceiling, forgotten by time and its passing. You believed that these objects used to collect the lights of spirits who used to live in Sky. They recorded every moment of their life in detail, their knowledge and their wisdom. Yet without the proper care from a living being, these lanterns could only sit on the shelves, waiting for someone to summon them again.

Finding safe haven within such a vast and empty place, you decided to explore. You also made a mental note to retrieve your lost wing lights at the other realms once you have found the Vault Elder's tomb.

After absorbing a few more wing lights to strengthen your flight power, you suddenly found a book lying on the second floor of Vault. 

It was sneakily hiding behind a ladder and you would have missed it had your light emitted from your body not found it. Years of neglect had left the brown leather-bound book covered in a thick layer of dust which you blew it off to read the cover clearly.

With gold cursive lettering embossed on the bold cover, it reads as "The Lone Traveler's Diary and other Short Stories".

Curious to find out more, you found a cozy spot within the room before slowly peeling the cover off from the pages to read.

A/N: I would like to thank one of my friends, Mike for making this story cover for me. Thank you for the birthday present. (^-^)
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