Ninth Journal of Agmis
 
Journal Entry 1230 

     It might have been a little less of a surprise if Noira had told me that she had inserted marble into this age at the last second.  I was not prepared to see these massive temple structures beneath us when we arrived. 
     Cissar truly stands as a physical definition of us.  Being the first age we have collaborated together completely on, it shows all of our imagination and love. 
     The people of Cissar were more than easy to get along with.  Ushered into one of the great stone temples, we feasted, and communicated. 
     My main goal to accomplish on this age first, is an easier way to get from the top of the cliff, to the small city.  The climb down was treacherous, and I would not want to do it again.  I would write a smaller hill, but it appears that in doing so, we will drastically alter the link away from the people we have met. 

Journal Entry 1254 

     I found my journal, that last entry was important, now it will probably be lost among all my others I will have note here that the journal entry previous to this is in my 7th journal. 
     Besides that, this journal is even more important.  I made the link back to D'ni. The smells, the walls, the air, the memories...  I can still hear the screams echo.  My eyes began to water with the first glance out the window, at K'veer, and Noira's constant soothing took almost an hour to stop my sobbing. 
 Father, mother, my sister, everybody was gone.  I didn't need to see the empty house as proof of that.  We hadn't spotted any bodies...  for what reason I cannot fathom. Noira believes they got out, but I know the truth.  And I also believe K`aastor knows more of that happened to D'ni than he's telling me. 
     Within the house library, I found that Amerak still lie there after all these years.  I never thought I would hold the book again.  The pride of my family, a beautiful age kept and passed down after generation after generation.  An artifact.  My legacy. 

Journal Entry 1255 

     I have given several blank books to K`aastor, a gift for being the sign for my return to D'ni.  An interesting man, he has kept to himself for several years since the disaster.  On a search for blank books, he came across my library.  And deciphered my father's poor excuse for a code to the library.  Noira has taken a seven day leave to her Alev.  During her excursion I will give K`aastor a tour of Gaelin, and our other two ages. 

Journal Entry 1261 

     I returned to Cissar today, discovering that the impossible has happened.  The entire age has been flooded.  I checked the page, and it is obvious that someone has tampered with it.  K`aastor would be my first guess.  And Noira does not come back until tomorrow.  Another D'ni might have found the book, although why not take the book instead of desecrate it? 
     I do not believe I can undo the damage, for this link will just spiral further and further into despair. 

Journal 1262 

     Some form of evil has befallen my home.  Amerak has been rivened, it's beautiful rolling plains have become deserts, trees are now ugly wooden stags, of life there is no sign, the clear water turned to a thick muck.  And tremors are abundant.  Whatever, or whomever is doing this, will surely pay. 

Journal 1264 

     Noira's family came to me this morning.  They are extremely worried at her dissapearance over the past few days, as am I.  Her brother gave an occasional peircing stare.  As if I too am not hurt.  I've been without her for a week.  K'aastor's dissapearance, along with Noira's age of Alev, had left me in despair.  I scoured our ages.  Searched hopelessly through D'ni.  And wailed her name in the middle of the streets. 
     I exhausted myself.  And returned home to Gaelin.  My heart leaped when I found the note from Noira.  Only to be thrown once again into misery.    The things she wrote of send pangs of fear through my mind.  Noira claims that K'aastor is a mad man. 
    I had somewhat come to that conclusion myself. 
    Only his madness includes her devotion and my death.  It's hard to imagine that I welcomed this man almost as a savior when we met.  Now it seems that  K'aastor is completely caught up in within his own world.  A world where I do not exist. 
    Noira wants me to meet her in Amerak by mid-day Gaelin time.  In Amerak.  Where K'aastor hopes I will meet my doom.  Where Noira hopes to save us.  And where I hope this would all be a bad dream. 
    Please wake up... 

Cissar

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