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~A journal of my journey in The Kingdoms~ II *Day Four* I have not slept. The stories, dreams flashing through my mind. The scroll that holds everything in the exchange of a mountain ginseng. So much of what mother said, there in my hands. I tried to pick the Chieko up again this morning, so worn from studying it fell to pieces, I hope Sarvari allows me another. In my hopes of understanding the powers of the scroll, I decided to visit the Mountain scribe so he could teach me the ways of making some of my own. It was after dusk when I left the homelands, making my way through the towns and some barren lands. The mountain side would not take the grip of my boots, so I took them off. The rockface cut into my feet as I climbed, sparingly me only through the forgotten falls. I reached the old man Zephyr, his eyes flickered with his wisdom and his smile was kind. I ask for his tutorage and he laughed! Too young to scribe, he told me. RAGE. Quick on my heels to leave I flew back down the mountain to Paryu, the nearest messenger. I almost bellowed my request of paper and ink, still so angry with Zephyr for saying I couldn't write! Mother taught me to write years ago! That explosion of feeling in my stomach spurred me to make the mountain journey again in quick time, almost in time for the new day's sun. Reaching Zephyr, I threw the paper down, donning my ink and quill. With haste, harshness, I scrawled across the full page. The parchment almost ripped with my aggressive print; "I AM ROSALINA." And he laughed. AGAIN. A full hearty chuckle, tears almost collected in his eyes. "It is not that you do not know how to scribe simply." He said. "It is applying your power to the scroll that will require you to gain some more insight." I sighed deeply when I noticed Zephyr inspecting my parchment more closely. "Though..." He said, tilting the page and looking at it from many angles. "I do not think you are far from being ready. Perhaps take this piece to the community board and let your kin look." ~~~ I have stared at the parchment for hours, it is simply three words. I'm not sure what else there is to see. I will continue to document my travels here, as I strive to expand my mind, body and spirit. Perhaps I will connect with mine. ********** *Attached to the journal entry is the parchment. You study it for a moment just as your eyes are about to leave the page you catch a glimmer. Gold light pulses for a brief moment through the "S". The "S" contorts and stretches, bearing resemblance to a serpent. The head turns to look at you, as if observing you, before returning to its original form.* | |