The Second of Feye
I write in the name of Our Lady of Light, Love and Peace, and that the blessings of the mother of destiny fall rightly on our foreheads.
Today I begin my journey with my brothers in faith, together to take possession of the untamed lands in the north of our nation, infested with banal, savage and cruel creatures.
May our sacrifice be to the maximum of our humanity, and our victory to the glory of the Melsmer.
The Fourth of Feye
I had no idea that the scholar would join us. I say this not with some negative intent, Mor forgive me, but his frivolous notes interrupt our step, increasingly delayed because of Marlo's "golden opportunities."
I'm not sure how many more times we have to stop because the library-baby "needed" to note the differences between blades of grass. GRASS!
Anyway, we have now set a goal. Reach a hill taken by the green. We are not sure if it is part of kuun territory, but it was for this noble, holy task that we volunteered.
The Tenth of Feye
I did not have time to add anything to my journal, just as we did not have time to stop since last pacta. Benita noticed that some more trails had appeared near the lagoon we visited entering the forests of Collescuro.
According to her, there are two of them. She and Luca saw them. The ears are not pointy, and their footprints look very different from an elf or dryad.
Marlo insists that we stay on guard instead of pressing on. Obvious. The lunatic wants to kill himself, and us with him, because of his fascination. The sweet evil of idolatry, Father Terena would say.
The Fourteenth of Feye
We continued on, but today Luca found a shrub full of fruit. They are small as bulupas, but not so blue. Marlo advised us not to eat them, which ended up as a waste of saliva, obviously being in our common sense not to interact with the banquets of the savages.
This annotation appears to be from the same day.
These fruits have attracted little creatures, Marlo is cataloging them now. They look like little women, half-breed. Half-goat. I think one of them looked at me, I'm not sure. Her gaze, Mor as my witness, scared me.
Her eyes resembled those of a goat, the square pupil lying in the middle of her stare.
When Marlo finishes his notes, I'll ask him to examine me. My head seems light, and I do not want my group to get sick because of me.
The Fifteenth of Feye
Today must be a cisi ... or a fojra? Marlo must know.
Luca woke us up with a spectacular lunch.
Breakfeast.
The air seems so beautiful today, with its colorful lines dancing against the lights.
I meant to say breakfast before.
Beni's green hair is so marvelous in this light. So is mine. It's so long.
Two pages were torn. Each one is about a page away from another.
The Twentieth of Feye
I ripped a few earlier pages. Some treacherous creature from this region must have stolen my journal during our sleep. They were completely scrawled with nonsense and prose of retarded and insane.
Marlo insists it looked like my writing. Impossible. Maybe he has become too friendly to the critters in this forest.
Benita did back his testimony up. She said I was talking nonsense and I risked climbing trees and chasing butterflies in recent days.
I find it impossible, but I have no memory of what has happened since I went to sleep after Marlo examined my health...
I do have my theories.
Tomorrow we finally got close to the elevation. No difference in air or forest ... except for the permanent sensation of being observed....
The Twenty-First of Feye
We arrived at what appears to be the valley. The summit is visible, and with it a tree.
Not any tree. This plant definitely exceeds a good thirty-three yards.
Several animals were startled by our entrance into the glade of the valley. Their appearances astonished me. Mor really made everything perfect.
The Twenty-Third of Feye
We captured a creature!
A young female faun, which I think is the same one that played with my head (I'll remember to ask for forgiveness to Marlo soon) because of the pattern on her hair, came close to our camp, tried to hide near bushes of "fake bulupas" that trapped her legs with its long aborrent thorns. She seems to try to imitate our speech, sometimes perfectly shouting some things in camillian or merccina, but only loose words she just recently heard.
Some other creatures appeared near camp today, apparently looking for food or investigating us. I grabbed some of the "impostor fruit", and a peculiar little rabbit with large fangs and horns on its head came out of hiding but refused to approach me. I was afraid of his appearance, but in the end, he was more afraid of me...
Funny situation, I noticed.
The First of Ragrad
Today we woke up to the sound of a bird in our camp. An official courier from the Ecclesia of Mor, with the seal of the Grantor himself. Its message informed us that the second troop of the expedition would be moving in three days, marching with the New Moon.
Luca looks excited, since he doesn't see his brother for a month. I talked to Marlo, who told me he's waiting to hear from her daughter.
Betina did not answer. She seems dedicated to taking care of the creature twenty-four hours a day. It worries me. Maybe she's under the creature's control? If she was, would she have asked her to let her go? Maybe it's afraid of running and we hunting her back?
Mor, may paranoia not settle in our holy company.
The Second of Ragrad
Today I spent the day with Marlo studying some of the creature's speech pattern. Marlo took all the notes, but I decided to write some of my own.
The faun seems to repeat much the word "foot", which I always find funny, as hers are hooves. She also spent a lot of time whistling a type of music. Marlo says that some whistles were repeated, meaning communication.
During the late afternoon, I noticed Benita approaching the treacherous one. I watched her for a minute, realizing that they were talking. They seemed to whistle a conversation, every intonation, or note, meaning some different word.
What should I do, my Goddess...
The Third of Ragrad
I joined Benita in the activities all day, but I could not get to talk about what happened yesterday.
Luca and Marlo found interesting fungi that regenerate with supernatural speed, and captured an animal similar to a fox, but with four horns like a fadi. Marlo requested we let it out, so I agreed. We are at the foot of the hill.
In three days, the second troops begin their deployment.
The Fifth of Ragrad
The troops deploy tomorrow. We camped at the same place.
Goddess, why can't I write? What is happening...
The Sixth of Ragrad
She told me the fauness needs to be set free.
She told me the expedition needs to be interrupted.
And to top it all, she made the creature speak to me.
Druid magic, that's it. Tonight, I'm sending her back. Luca and Marlo will have to agree with me.
This annotation appears to be from the same day.
The moonless sky... Really, it couldn't be more perfect.
Betina set the creature free. Marlo sent Luca after her, but it was late. I confronted Betina. She revealed leaves on her hair. Growing out of her hair, like a dryad.
By the Goddess, today was exhaustive.
The Ninth of Ragrad
After the revelation that Betina was born from this forest, nothing more dramatic happened. We decided, at once, to restrain her by insubordination... But today I insisted against it.
I asked if she would find the little faun for me. I asked her to trust what I would do.
Oh lady of the future ... Tell me what I'll do is right.
The Tenth of Ragrad
Betina managed to persuade her to follow us. I express my desire to protect the creatures that live here. Marlo agrees almost immediately. Luca appears confused, thinking that we maybe have been affected by occult spells.
I explain my wishes behind the decision, in keeping this a sanctuary for these creatures. Luca agrees with the comment but asks if we would be deserting the Holy Ecclesia's journey.
I answer yes.
The Eleventh of Ragrad
Luca and I rushed to inspect the huge tree on the ridge. The height of the plant easily doubles the height of the holy temple in the capital. The fauness immediately jumped together, throwing her arms against the tree and saying "Lar", home in mercy. I swear to the Goddess...
We planned our return to the capital, and together we wrote a report to the Granter of the Holy Ecclesia.
I instructed Benita to teach some of the treacherous ones without innate magic to distract possible more prepared expeditionaries.
The four of us plan a trip back soon, with or without the Ecclesia.
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