Entry one:
I was in the woods, creeping softly not to startle anything I touch the tree with my mark, THE mark...the mark that can control anything within the Four Earth elements. Water, Air, Fire, Wind. I swished my hand around..and I heard them through the wind...they were potting something bad. I can feel it. I heard broken pieces of the conversation.
"We must go through with this plan...don't threaten...I will...NO!!"
"Shh...can hear you.....ears everywhere..."
I tugged on my cloak hearing enough, and decided to take matters in my own hand.
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