spycer

Dear Journal, Now that I've left, it's time that I write a record of myself and my thoughts, so as to learn from them over time. I live in a place of nature.  My family lives in a cave, near to the Trees of Life, between the Valley of Vipers and the Sea.   Two days ago I left my home.  Today I will come to a new land, the land of Metal.   That's what grandpa calls it.  A land where everything is made of metal and no trees grow, on the other side of the world. The ship I travel on now came from that country, and it cost me everything I could get together to board her, bound for discovery. Grandpa always called it an evil place, filled with