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The Last Journal of Kela'Vala
MarieC90
I write this journal on my deathbed, so that others may continue on my work... I have made the worst mistake, sin, a Father can. One-hundred and fifty years ago, in the year 1139, my son wandered away from me while playing outsid e. ...He never returned. He was always a precocious lad, my dear Rek'Vala. Always getting into trouble, but never so much so that I could not get him out! But Luraza, this new land we moved to before he was born, apparently offered new dangers. The one which finally claimed him was the mines... I spent the last one-hundred and fifty years searching, digging, tunnelling. Work unsuited for an Elf such as myself. But I am on my deathbed. I can continue no longer. Please...please. Someone, find him. He must be still alive! I refuse to accept his death! The others called me mad, but there are adequate supplies down there... Surely....Surely....