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Chapter 2

Journal Entry 1: The Awakening
Added Wed Sep 23 19:03:44 2015 at level 5:

If you're reading this then they've found me, and I am dead. I am writing
this in the hopes that later generations will find it, read it, and
finally know the truth about the veil.

It all started when I was a young boy of only 6 years old. I recall my
parents marching the streets of Hamsah with signs and papers of protest,
but I was much too young to understand. One stormy night a man came to
the door to speak to my father. I couldn't understand what was being
said, but the hushed tone and nervous glances told me it surely wasn't
good. The very next day they put me on a wagon, heading to the farmlands
of the north.

"I'm sorry son, you couldn't possibly understand" my father whispered
into my ear as he plopped me on the back of the cart.

"You must learn to fight them! Fight to thicken the veil and save our
land. That's why I'm sending you away. Its not safe for us here, but we
can't stop spreading the word. You'll learn to fight for the
cause...You'll learn to be safe" he continued on, as he gave me one last
hug. With a slap to the rump of the ox the cart pulled away, and that
would be the last I'd see of my parents.

After 2 long days of travel we arrived at the rice fields, and I met
master Oushu. Over the next 11 years he taught me much of the art of the
assassin: how to fight, how to blend in with the common people, but also
as I got older he told me much of my parents' teachings. It seems they
sent me away because they were in danger. The powers that be did not
appreciate being exposed. A short 3 years into my training Oushu gave me
the bad news. The mages had finally gotten to them. My parents were dead.

The thinning of the veil and the introduction of magic to Thera was no
random act of nature, or the gods. Powerful secret political forces came
together and forced the thinning of the veil for one purpose: complete
control of the world.

That's right folks, wake up. Magic is not for party tricks or favors. As
the veil thins the powers of mind control become more apparent. If the
veil were ever completely broken, the people of Thera would be no more
than putty in the hands of these secret political powers.

Sadly I've outgrown the trainings of master Oushu, and as I write this,
I've just moved to Galadon to continue my training. I also hope to find
some like-minded, and help educate the ignorant on the dangers of the
thinning veil.