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Moldy Journal
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((The mossy pages of this books are written in hasty but neat handwriting.)) :: Entry 1: The days blend into each other. I can hear the unrest far beyond the trees. The Marauders are looking for us still. And even though the forest conceals us, these men are steadfast. How long can we keep hidden, I wonder? :: Entry 2: The Marauders tried to set the forest ablaze today. They are after the pool and the riches it holds, the heirlooms of our circle. Mother Velulaei was merciful, however, and sent rain to curb the fires that were set. The animals are fleeing the woods. They know they aren't safe here. :: Entry 3: The Marauders have found us! My mother went with the rest of the elders to stop them, but Velulaei's gifts were not ment to confront. It is left to me now. Elders forgive me, but I have taken the treasures from the bottom of the pool. They are safe now. I have hidden them just beneath... :: ((The last pages have been torn from the book))