A Letter to the Future
...Where did you find this again?-charter
Deep in the Outer Realm, hidden in the library of a building once known as Confluence Hall, a strange paper was discovered by Charters. Miraculously written in an easily decipherable dialect of the common tongue, it became a source of alarm in both the chartership and the government. A warning? From the past? But that was impossible? Still, people wondered. And so, debates dragged on for days at a time, trying to figure out what to do next. Eventually, the governing council decided that the warning was not to be ignored - wisely, because when has any good come to a bureaucrat who ignored a warning? In accordance with the letter, they helped to establish the scientific, medical, and agricultural guilds. They added commanders of the Intercity Guard to their biannual council meetings. They expanded the reach of the Wingspin tournaments, and created warehouses to begin stocking up on food, books, and medical supplies.
Disappointingly, scientific advancement since then has been relatively minimal. The warehouses are barely a third full, and much of the recently created guilds are still in their fledgeling stages. It's yet to be seen if the efforts were made fast enough, or if they are even necessary at all.
"It's the strangest thing I've ever found." The charter licked his lips and swished his tail anxiously as the scholar squinted at the cursive handwriting, eventually pulling out her glasses. She didn't bother to physically translate it - the dialect was readable enough, and a scribe could do that task later. "It mentioned a chest?" she asked eventually. The charter shook his head. "We didn't find it. It must have been destroyed in the fire." "Ah." The scholar put her hands on her hips. "Well, I must confess, I don't know what to do with it." "What do you mean? We need to take it to our leaders!" "Calm down. We're not sure what it even means yet." "Eliza, that thing knew I was the Ignisclaw standing at the very left of the group. It knew that Em was wearing three rings! I don't know how this person saw the future, but he did. We have to take it to the council." "Fine! We will. But if they get angry at us for wasting time, I'm blaming it on you." Neither of them noticed the small, shadowy figure in the corner of the room. How could they? Spirits were invisible to Skydweller eyes. But the spirit noticed them. And it sped off to a dark, cramped place deep in the Tanglepeak caverns. "It has begun," the spirit whispered. "They have found the paper. At this very moment, they discuss how they may thwart you." Chained and imprisoned, the spirit's master smiled. "Finally. I was wondering when his efforts would start to pay off. Well, his luck was bound to run out sooner or later. I almost feel bad for the new people. They'll never get the chance to be lucky at all." He stretched, pulling his bonds tight - and wearing them down just a little bit. "Find the Crysphics - and the lost ones. I need as many connections as possible. It is time to begin."
Type
Record, Memo
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