A personal journal by the nearly mythical historical figure Dal-Karashi, before he was promoted to Dal's status. Many entries have been damaged beyond readability, but the physical journal has been confirmed as authentic and is kept in the museum of the Daliath Church in Parjen
The journals of Dal-Karashi
My name is Karashi Anor of the village of Deep Brook.
Unknown date. I haven't figured out a way to keep track of the days.
My old journal didn't come with me and this place deserves its own notebook. I know that it was very important for explorers to keep their thoughts down when they wandered vast desolated places. And this place made me a explorer.
This is the nature of my predicament.
One day, I was riding the length of the rocky road with some things towards the settlement across the third bridge north. I have no idea if I angered my ancestors that day, but the truth of the matter is that: one moment I was riding my goat and the next moment everything was spinning, I thought it was a landslide, but instead I was somewhat moved. It was like the tale "drink and you will find elsewhere", but I didn't touch one drop of booze the whole week.
From a steep road, I found myself surrounded by grass covered hills, my goat and myself in a heap on the ground, though the damned creature quickly made itself scarce and took off, scattering everything to the winds. Despite my fears, I managed to collect myself and my belongings, mindful that the sky looked near dusk or dawn and I had no idea where I was. I still don't and weirdest thing of it all, the sky doesn't change, there is no sun or moon, just bright still stars against an eternal purple. I have slept thrice since arriving here and no change.
Forgive me all who judge me, but I am taking everything I have found to survive. Hopefully, I will be able to repay the unknown kindness one day.
I have slept three times since last entry. That is my only way to count time.
Managed to get the goat back. This place is like a green desert. There is just nothing interesting as far the eye can see, it's hard to figure out which hill is the tallest because they all look the same. There are ponds of murky water between the hills, but I have been living mostly off rain water. I remain the second largest moving creature in this place, after the goat, and the third largest creature I have seen here was an earthworm no longer than my finger. I will try take this as a blessing and sleep without fear of bears.
The stars being still makes them an easy way to navigate around and I have been using that to not get lost.
This entry has been destroyed beyond recovery
Slept a bunch since last entry.
Found a tree to make more rope. This time it should be sturdier and it will be around the goat's neck.
This place has rivers after all.
I will try to constitute the burned entries at the best of my capability.
First of everything, I have not been completely honesty in this journal. I have omitted the real reason I managed to survive.
I have some kind of gift. And I am a daliath. The worst kind, my father was a nobleman and my mother wasn't. Like any half-Govad, I am stronger and healthier than common folk, but that is not the gift I am talking about. I can make things grow, both living and nonliving. Living things or things that are meant to be alive just grow, seeds sprout and become fruit-bearing trees in a few hours and non-living objects just increase in size. I have used this to feed myself, this place has trees, but they are rare, and I am glad to need to eat from their fruits. They are probably wicked.
At this point I am sure you are wondering how wonderful my gift is and how I must have used in all manners to make myself rich or to give to the poor. The truth is, my cowardice was larger than anything my gift could grow. I tried to forget that I had it ever since I discovered it. Maybe this place is a punishment for a coward's life but I feel too little like a penitent ghost and too much like a man with calloused feet to believe myself dead.
My gift is not without cost, it appears to drain part of my very life to nurture the growth of other things. It's not too high a cost, I am weaker when I use it, but if I am responsible I can keep myself stronger than any noble. I don't fear the death by hunger, or the death by sickness, I don't even fear the darkness in this place of no night and predators.
I fear myself, because there is nothing else keeping me going and some days that doesn't feel enough. I have finally understood why the sacred writings talk about isolating oneself as a test. This is the greatest trial in my life, not even getting the golden-scab fever was worse than these days of lonely green and purple.
I have slept twice since last entry.
Today is a day to rejoice in the wisdom of the prophets. For today, I have faced a trial and earned a second miraculous gift.
After a long time I decided to use my power on the goat, it was a foolish action and the creature was already large enough as it was, I just wanted it to be stronger to carry my things and maybe provide more meat in an emergency. Treacherous, I know. I was rewarded with a beast twice my height chasing me through my orchard and I had no choice but climb the trees to escape it. I had to hold onto the branches for literal days, until my arms were practically locked into place.
But my tribulations didn't come with a reward. I can make an immaterial thread to connect things, forcing them together, like my other gift it takes something out of me, the energy and vigor that allows one to keep running. I am still trying to understand its limitations but the important thing is that it has saved my life and skin and my very soul. My faith has been restored and now I understand this entire ordeal has a reason to it.
I have slept once since the last entry.
It is now my understanding that both my gifts draw something out of me to fuel themselves. Part of me, my own life, and being. I think I have identified four or five aspects to it. I am learning everything on my own, but I can pray that I am learning. There is the well-being energy of my growth gift. There is the running energy of my cord gift. One of the others energies is the one of breath, I can do something with it that is like the burn of being underwater for too long. There are one or two other parts that I have not managed to noticeably influence.
Entry Twenty One
I have slept five times since the last entry, but it should count as only two.
As my previous Entry, I figured how to give myself my fourth gift, the one for sleep. With it I can sense the presence of living beings and use their senses. I know more about vermin's life than I have ever cared to.
Entry Thirty Two.
Entry Thirty Nine.
I am preparing myself to make the way around the lake. I don't care if the cursed goat kills me while I am asleep. All of this, there is no point to it, no actual progress, nothing, just the taunting loneliness under the purple sky.
Trying to just kill myself again would be braver, but instead I will cowardly keep myself alive and explore this hell in hope that something, anything will give me hope.
Entry Forty Seven.
I forgot about this journal and reading it fills me with shame, but one must take responsibility for their weakness of faith.
Specially when they receive blessings greater than any hope they had ever possessed.
Today I was saved. My saviors don't know about me yet - I have no way to communicate - but I can see through their eyes, they are not too far away, and I am making my way through them. I will teach them what I have learned in gratitude, no power that I can give them can compare to what they have unknowingly given me.