[[JJ: If it looks to jump around, there are definitely more pages that went chronologically between certain documents.
The constant reference to “Rishi” is not a name, but a title.]]
Document 1
No one teach me magic. What I know I know on my own. Everywhere something tries to stop me. Even Rishi only talks about my ability. Won’t go further.
It’s not their responsibility. None but my own. It’s why I do this. If I have to learn fire [recte through fire], I do. I would never thought this until I [recte was] hired by Joan. She’s so nice. And she is full of magic, I know. When I talk to her she has no idea what I say. [JJ: A sentence here is something like “She can’t really not know, can she?”] Not with that much energy. It’s weird I know how much magic she has. I never sense anything from Rishi.
While I teach myself, I’m going to look into this.
[[JJ note: This Miynnayn is definitely beginner level, but legible. Writer is likely teaching themselves Miynnayn as well as magic.]]
Document 2
I think Joan’s magic is [recte comes] out in weird ways. Everyone she employs is named Joan or almost Joan. It is not a preference. The only people who applied were named like Joan. Its [sic] name magic, I taste it [recte I can taste it].
[[JJ note: there is more here, but the beginner Miynnayn is done poorly, worse than the first part. Likely from an attempt to express more complicated sentences and concepts. What I can tell is that it is more observational notes on Joan, as her name keeps coming up. Some of the words which did appear to make sense suggests the writer was documenting several instances that they believed had to do with magic and Joan.]]
Document 3
[[JJ note: the end of another page which is missing, but the language has improved.]]
[…]
is obviously magical. I’ve never known something so obvious in my life and that’s saying a lot. I don’t think the magic is good magic, but it’s the first shot I’ve got at something new.
Document 4
Sullivan is hanging around again. I can’t get him to leave me alone. I don [sic] know if he would really leave me alone if I quit. I want to ask Rishi for help, but I know they can’t do anything themselves and they don’t ask others to do… things like that. I won’t ask the others. They will either laugh at me or do something I don’t want.
I could move, but I can’t afford it. I could find another job, but I don’t want to leave [recte her]. I finally feel like I’m home. Even Rishi couldn’t give me a place like this.
Document 5
I know what you are. That I can’t talk to you about it drives me crazy. Despite what the shop is like, I can still tell how powerful you are. I think it’s called name magic and I would almost die to be able to learn it.
But you can’t teach me. I wonder if you would if you could.
You’ve been the kindest person to me in years. It’s made me rethink things I have taken for granted. I would have loved to be your student. Not only in flowers, but in magic. I think I would have been happy like this.
But you can’t and I think I’m in too deep. Perhaps my fears will never hurt me, but they will hurt people around me and I might get hit in the crossfire. I’d tell you to leave too, but I don’t think I could explain it to you in a way you could understand. Plus that guard dog of yours
Fuck I can’t give you this. You can’t read it and even if I wrote it in another language you still wouldn’t be able to rea [sic]
Document 6
Sullivan
You’ve won. I’ll leave her alone.
You’re killing her, you know. The best person in the world and you’re killing her. I hope youre [sic] happy. She is magic and you’re killing her.
Magic isn’t evil. It is only as harmful as any other thing someone can use. You even used magic to suppress magic, so I don’t know what your problem is.
[[JJ note: Some illegible sentences here, but I think they are all in the same vein.]]
I’ll be laughing to know you will have to keep this letter and find someone to translate it for you and you’ll have no idea.
Document 7
Rishi
I am giving up on my investigation. The hunger of this place is scary. I want to do something about it, but I’m just as scared of my employer’s protector. I don’t know what he’ll do to me if I don’t. My attempts at impressing you will leave me in ruin. I am giving up on your ascendance, for I simply am not capable. I feel no guilt still, just an acceptance for what has befallen me.
This town is cursed. I thought I could learn what was going on here, but I can’t. The best thing to do is forget about it all. I leave behind the Genius of the Sun and the Unknown. I’m not sure what the point was to everything I’ve done here. I wanted to impress you. Pass your test. I realize now you will never be impressed and we have all fooled ourselves. It is no surprise, everyone always fails to live up to your expectations, though we try mercilessly.
I’m not sure I will leave you this letter at all, I just need to write it.
There are demons sealed in this house. They eat whatever they can. I know my magic fuels them while I am here. It makes them hungrier, like they have to convert it and the energy it takes to do that negates what they take from me. I can’t find any rhyme or reason to the portraits and the bodies. I only know I shouldn’t disturb them. That and someone else is probably doing it on purpose. Only when someone else comes in does a body disappear. I don’t know who it is, I couldn’t track that down. I accept I’m a coward. It is why I want your eternal existence.
The only thing I’ve uncovered at all is this language I cannot interpret. I wonder if you could do it, but that wouldn’t have impressed you would it. No matter where I’ve looked, I can’t find anything that looks like it.
[[JJ note: these pages are full of a language that is not Miynnayn. I can't figure out if they are runes or another language or what, much like the writer couldn't figure it out.]]
I never did find the body of the blonde woman in the black dress. Everyone else in the gallery is a body here except for her. I’ve boarded up everything I opened, but I don’t think I missed any rooms. The attic, the basement, and the garage have all been accounted for. Even when I thought something was following me.
- The woman with the black crew cut is under a fallen bookshelf in the garage.
- The person with the curly brown hair is in the ground floor bathtub.
- The stick man with the ponytail is in the oven above the garage.
- The two kids are under the dining room table.
- The one with the sunglasses is in the wine cellar.
- The woman with the gloves is under the balcony.
- The person with the long black hair is hanging in the attic.
- The girl with the glasses and freckles is under one of the beds upstairs.
What does it say about me that I can face this, but some short man with a beard scares the living shit out of me? Perhaps because I know the demon’s can’t reach me while I’m not connected. As long as I don’t disturb anything I’m fine, and as I write this it is the last time I’ll be here. I have my bag already and a bicycle. The only question is whether I stop by the Ditch first or not and deliver this to you.
I’m one thing you’re not though, Rishi, and that is trapped. Whatever all you have and can do, you are trapped while I can leave this place. I don’t have to see this house again, I never have to see you again. As long as I’m gone, Slandwar can’t hurt me.
Goodbye. I’m sure you won’t remember me soon, but I’ll have won in the days to come. I might die one day, but I’ll die completely liberated.
JJ final word: Please tell me Joan is going to be okay. I know her and I’ve gotten really worried through translating this.
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