These are the scripts of a long forgotten serie of books, narrating the life of an ancient elf that lived on Illyriad. Will it relate some fantastic and unrealistics events or the daily routine of a boring person? you will have to read it to discover it, but be patient, because the diary emits a weak but unbreakable magic, that makes each entry from the diary unredeable until the next day.
April 21st, 2011
Those who read this lines probably will think of me as nothing more than a crazy guy, but each one of these words are true, i swear it over my name. I didn't born on this world, i come from a place where the steel replaced the trees, the acid stain the water and the smoke contaminate the air. While reading an ancient book, one of the few that remained in my world, i started reciting a strange bunch of words, I dont know how did it happen, but suddenly i got tired and my eyes got heavy, i couldnt keep awake and so i fall in the place.
A strange noise i longer has forgotten awake me, little creatures with soft wings were chirping around me, and the shadow of giants trees cover my body like a blanquet. The floor was really soft, and the smale had a stronge fragance, strangely making me feel at easy.
When i tried to stand up, my body felt weird, my hands were white, with a faint blue tone on them, and i felt so light, that i almost fall back when standing. My clothes were rudimentary, just a few pieces of cloth sewed together and a pair leather shoes. Withouth direction nor objective, i began wandering around that forest, searching, maybe, something that i could link with reality.

How much time pased... hours? days? i cant even see the sky so i dont know, my feets hurts like hell and my mouth is dry, i drank a little water from the tree's leaves, but is not enough to compensate the effort i was doing. Will i die here all alone? without understanding what happened? No... i wont allow it... is this what humans call survival instinct? it makes me move forward even withouth energy. Please... let me find something...
Just at the verge of my forces, i saw a small light in the horizont, a group of small houses where the trees were smaller could be seen from far away. I collected the energy left in my body and run toward my hope, but looks like the luck wasnt in my side, i triped with a tree root and fall on the soft ground. I hadnt the energy to rise up again, so i just let the tiredness to embrace me.
When i opened my eyes, the first thing i saw was a wooden ceiling, my body felt really numb, and i still remember that hangout, it was the worst one i ever had. I couldn't move my body to stand up from the bed i was laid on, but even if i could i wouldnt do it, what reason do i even have? after a few minutes, a little girl entered from the door with a simple dish of food, it was nothing espectacular, but the hunger posessed me like a demon, once i started eating i couldnt stop until the dish was completely empty.
After a small talk with her, she exited the house, bringing with her minutes later an old man with pointy ears, wait... pointy ears? i didnt noticed early but the girl too had those ears, what is going on here? after i explained him my situation, he concluded that i was experiencing a shock and probably had amnesia, but the stories i told him about my world awake the interest in him. He answered everything he could, they were a small tribe of axemen that live inside the forest, a pacific tribe that didnt interact with the outside a lot. When i asked him about the ears, he started laughing softly, while explaining that those were the racial facts from the elfs, and then pointed at myself. I didnt understood him at first, but when i touched my ears i could feel a pointy touch on them. That was really weird, but explained that my body feels so diferent.
When i tell him about my people technologies, he started to consider something in his mind, i heard from him that he was the elder of the tribe, that means, the one that leads this people, he asked me to help their people with my knowledge. The help i recieved made me acept at the moment, if i could help them in anything and, at the same time, understand the world im in, i will gladly do it.
Now im here, sitting on a wooden desk on my new "house" that the people of this place had lend me, writing these events that had put my world upside, at least the food is good and the place is quiet, so i dont have nothing to whine about. If anyone get this diary some time, i invite them to hear about this people history. I think i will stay with them a long, long time.
Edited by Yumeshi - 23 Apr 2011 at 00:51