少儿不宜，少儿不宜，不用细究了。兄台有意参加TLJ翻译？这里正好有些日记的翻译没人做，有兴趣吗？
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It just dawned on me that the student exhibition opens in less than two weeks! My "painting" - and I mean that in the broadest sense of the word - is not even close to being presentable. Even that's an overstatement. All I have is a blank canvas, and while that may fool SOME people (like in "whoa, what an expressive statement of NOTHINGNESS"), it won't fool my teachers.% z8 O% I* Z0 p8 l+ z
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So today I have to put in a solid six hours of work at the studio, and just hope that inspiration will strike me like lightning from the sky. It could happen." ]) H, ^( b0 t! c+ x" g
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- L' ^0 ~% H' E) G, @Happy Birthday to me! The big one-eight! Joyness, right? Well...not to sound like a complete spoilsport, but 18 feels kinda like 17, only I can buy a gun and pilot a hovercraft. I'd kinda figured that the number 18 would cast light into the deep dark chasm of my soul and reveal some grand truth about the universe. Like the meaning of life, or at least some explanation as to why all guys are complete idiots. But...no. Nothing. I'm the same person today that I was yesterday. No different. Same old boring April, stuck in the same old boring life.5 j& o/ }! ~* q A7 P1 I; e; i1 s
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Which of course does make me realize something important: I just HAVE to get outta here soon. I have to leave. There's nothing here for me, no future, and a past I'd prefer to forget. And I know where I wanna go. The Venice Academy of the Visual Arts, in Newport.
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9 y$ a0 j0 ?! @9 {value=God knows if they'll accept me into their fall program, but I HAVE to try. Sarah went out there last year, and she's agreed to let me stay at her place for a short while, until I can get a job and an apartment.# o$ t7 O' S Q4 X% ^) t! ^
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Today I called the Academy and asked them about their admission requirements, and they told me to bring some of my work in "when you arrive". They don't really have any specific requirements, only that you're talented and dedicated and hard working. The lady I spoke to sounded nice, but she didn't make any promises. She told me there are a lot of applicants and only a limited amount of spaces. I know my work's good, even though I haven't had much training. And I'm definitely dedicated and hard working. So why am I still nervous???
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I'm sorry I haven't kept up with events in this diary, but with my exams and everything else going on right before graduation, I haven't had the time. I know, I know, BAD excuse. I'll just have to take time out to, and I'll definitely keep my diary up to date from now on!
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AAAAARGH! Three weeks of complete silence! I look back at my previous diaries and I wonder; where the hell did I find the time to write so much, so often? Oh well, I'll try to remember what's been going on these past few weeks...7 T* l1 c7 I. f! z& ?
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I passed all my exams with straight A's (of course J), and tomorrow morning I'm leaving home. Yes, I'm making the leap into the great unknown, and I'm never coming back here. I withdrew all my money from the bank--$2190--and I've packed a suitcase and a bag with my clothes and work-samples and books and anything else I can't do without. Unfortunately, I have to leave so much--my old toys, some of the bigger canvases, my screen. And it's not like I can have Mom ship them or anything. I'm leaving a letter for my family, but I'm not telling them where I'm going. 18 years under constant scrutiny is enough, I really don't want to carry any of that CRAP with me into my new life.
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: I5 {. v: k! R. XSo, this is the last entry I write here in this house, in this room. In some strange way I can't really understand, I'll miss it. Not much, but I did grow up here, I did spend 18 YEARS ...oh my god... in this place, and that's not soon forgotten or ignored. I don't want to feel bad for what I'm doing, but I can't help it; I do feel bad, a little. But more than anything I'm excited about what tomorrow will bring. I think--yeah, I believe I might actually be happy! ...imagine that.../ N' P" Q2 W& f/ e7 z9 P
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Okay, so I'm, like, on my way to school. I'm half asleep, I'm hot (the weather's been unbearable these past few days, to say the least), and I just want to get to the studio as soon as possible...and then this guy Cortez, who's sitting outside the house like he does EVERY SINGLE DAY, calls me over... Fine, okay, I got nothing against the guy, personally. I make small-talk about the weather, just trying to get it OVER with, and then...
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; o) y: [' v; |* }' uHow would he know that I've been having nightmares? Unless Emma or Charlie or Fiona told him - and I know they wouldn't have - how could he know? And I know he's nuts, but to think that I have some kind of "destiny"? The guy's been doing too many Raptures or whatever they popped back when he was double-digits.
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Okay, so I work on my painting for a few hours, and then Emma drops by and drops a bomb on me. This...person. Cortez. He wants to meet me. And not only that, he doesn't just come out and say WHERE he wants to meet me: no, he gives Emma a riddle for me to solve. "Where kids visualize their dreams." Oh boy. The guy IS nuts. He can just wait "where kids visualize their dreams" for the rest of the summer as far as I'm concerned.
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But there it was, as clear as the day, and I'm thinking, should I go get myself committed now or after dinner? Because April, girl, I gotta tell you, what you saw today is not exactly the product of a healthy mind. Holosculptures don't just come to life without there being drugs or plain, old looniness involved.
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So the Roma Gallery it is. Can't say I'm looking forward to it. Se or Cortez is just a little too creepy for comfort. But I'm in desperate need of some answers, so it's bye-bye to choice, hello "destiny".2 H) E8 l8 U7 z
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4 o% Y, I$ \6 `5 C. QCortez is...how shall I put this nicely?...completely and totally out there. I mean, he goes on and on about the truth of art, and then it turns out that that's NOT the reason he wants to talk to me. But does he tell me why it's so urgent we see each other? No, he says, that'll have to wait until TOMORROW! Right, yeah, as if.
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. r9 b" l3 k( x7 k$ n" O6 r/ ZThere's something strange going on, I know that. And it's obvious that it isn't just me losing touch with reality...why would Cortez be involved if that's the case? So what the hell IS happening? And does Cortez actually have some answers? I SO don't wanna hook up with the guy again. He freaks me out, big time. But I'm getting to the point where I'm thinking, do I have a choice? Do I?
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- G2 k( `, z5 `0 d4 z! Y" pSo there. Apparently, Sandra, that swell little girl I love so very, very much (ahem!), "she out sick"...again... Like, cut back on those Raptures already. Or not. I don't mind getting her paycheck.
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9 I N, @. c* d( t( b7 B5 NIn a few hundred years, when my great grandchildren rummage through the attic and find this book, they're probably gonna have a ball. I'm not even sure if I want to write about what happened last night, because chances are I will never forget. Ever. And future generations will likely be better off NOT knowing.
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But I'm sure now that, whatever's going on, it's not just in my head. It's in everybody's head. Last night was proof positive of that. Which begs the question - the things I've seen, my dreams...what's real and what's not? I'm afraid the only person who might be able to answer that question is Cortez. How's that for irony? That in order to prove to myself that I'm not going mad, I have to talk to the one person I'm sure is TOTALLY insane.
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) _3 {4 O/ I, I$ F# T& cAnd why am I not screaming and frothing and tearing my hair out when I obviously should be? When confronted with the impossible, isn't your mind supposed to just...snap? Perhaps because I've had so many vivid dreams about...okay, now I don't even know if "dreams" is the right word anymore. Visions, perhaps. Or even better; premonitions. That's in keeping with the theme of this place. Magic.: o- A/ J$ L; {5 F5 y* a$ v
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( p7 F% b: m# x( v- ~ KBut I think I got the gist of it. There are two worlds, one is Stark, the world of science - what I call Earth - and then there's Arcadia, the world of magic - what people here call Earth. Two Earths, then, which gets a little confusing, but not half as confusing as what came after. A long, long time ago, there was just one Earth, and this Earth had both magic and science. But mankind has always had a habit of screwing things up, and this is what they did on the original Earth. They got too powerful, learned how to move stars and be gods, by combining the powers of magic and science. So an alien race called the "Draic Kin" decided to interfere to prevent mankind from destroying their own world.
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' p* f! u) I! P \( q! i& }) G# L* wStill, in the face of all this strangeness, I feel...normal. For some weird, inexplicable reason - and even though I've still to wrap my head around the concept - I accept this place. It feels comfortingly familiar, in a distant, hazy way. And even though I want to go HOME, like, right now!, I'm not panicky. Not at all. Just a little bit.
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Oh, and I should write that name down before I forget it: Brian Westhouse. That's the last thing Cortez told me, to visit Brian Westhouse whenever I wanted to go home.
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value=My hand is starting to cramp up. I'm amazed I even remember half of this! Anyways, the current Guardian couldn't stay any longer, and he left this tower in the middle of nowhere, and now the Balance is in danger. Apparently, chaos can really do some serious damage to both Stark and Arcadia. Which does remind me of my, uh, dream...I'm not sure that's the right word anymore...with the Black Chaos thingy, the vortex, that attacked me. That's probably a sign of what's gonna happen if somebody doesn't do something to save the Balance.
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7 C, Q; }% K( ?8 `7 t- dAnd I'm sensing this coming on - because that's how it always goes in these things - that that somebody is ME. Because, apparently, I'm a strong Shifter. Somebody has to find the Guardian, get him back in the tower to save the Balance, and then do something about the Vanguard, get them to see that they're screwing with things they shouldn't be screwing with.
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Right, so I get back (no easy task, believe you me!), and Cortez proceeds to FINALLY tell me everything. And we have a plan. Which sounds good to me, but then I really don't have much experience with plans. I'm usually, like, let's do whatever. But now we have a Plan (with a capital 'P' even!).
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2 g2 _7 J z, W: D! W+ g" SOkay, so we (as in Cortez and myself) have to find this Guardian guy, the key to his "realm" (an old stone disc with four jewels), and the way back into that place ('cause apparently nobody knows where it is, duh...). And while all this is going on I'm supposed to restore Balance to Chaos. And do the laundry! Probably.) {& G. A$ g0 ?5 f k% J2 `
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Sundays are made for sleeping in. Sundays are made for walking around in baggy clothes, watching movies, nursing headaches and hanging out with your friends at the caf . Sundays are NOT made for going to the worst neighborhood in town to find a kid who might be able to give you the information necessary to infiltrate a powerful cult that plans to take over the known universe. That's what Mondays are for.2 O3 s$ Y, |; i$ C& x+ p
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Warren Hughes wasn't a bad kid at all. Just an unlucky one. He acted tough, but I could tell he was a sweetheart. Anyway, he's willing to help, but I got to do him a few favors first. I even get to play the criminal. Joy.$ G; O* [6 ^+ a. l9 G
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His sister and parents were sent to the colonies, and he wants to find out where they went. So I have to dig through the police archives to get a hold of whatever information I can. At the same time, while I'm in there, I should also look up the Vanguard, or the Church of Voltec which is, like, their cover here in Stark.9 }8 a b) Q6 j
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He was helpful, though, and managed to decode this data-crystal that I found in the archives. The Church of Voltec is apparently associated with MTI, and their headquarters are up on Grendel Avenue, but I can't get up there without access to the upper levels of the city. And they'd never give that to a lowlife like me, so I have to fake it. "The Flipper" can help me out with this too, but it's gonna cost a lot, so unless I can find a replacement AntiGrav unit for his chair, I'm...well, outta luck.1 Z \( c; N* g
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1 [+ M2 d. J4 ~4 r; ?9 z2 |I did manage to get some useful information out of the old man, however. He claims that the god that fell into the sea (the one Abnaxus told me about) is worshipped by bloodthirsty, cannibal mermen who live in the Sea of Songs around the island of Ge'en (I think that's how it's spelled). The fact that they're not necessarily cannibal just because they eat humans didn't really deter him from finishing his story. I'm having my doubts about how bloodthirsty these creatures really are as well. Seems like the monster he described in his story could be some kind of shark instead of a merman.
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6 p2 u+ z5 D. @Having spent most of the day traversing a horrid swamp filled with foul odors, hungry tentacled thingies, and tons of sticky stuff, I finally arrive at the foot of Roper Klacks' castle late in the afternoon. The guy's got, like, the most amazing mansion. And it levitates, too! If it weren't for this petrified guy, Lorhan, it would just fly off into the clouds.
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So Lorhan tells me that Roper Klacks has trapped a lot of people in his castle, and that he keeps their souls in a so-called Soulstone (veeery original, typical evil magic guy stuff). If I manage to break this Soulstone everybody will be turned back into soft and flexible humans (or whatever they were to begin with).; i, j) H. |" Q# H5 n, T2 @$ Q
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Vestrum Tobias tells me I am the Guardian to be, the Thirteenth such, and that my...fate is to watch over the Balance for a thousand years.& ^/ Q, b4 G$ `: I t! t
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You don't just toss something like that out without warning or some consideration to the fact that I'm just a NORMAL PERSON! I mean, if I'd been raised knowing that some day I'd have to go to some tower in the middle of nowhere and stay there for ONE THOUSAND YEARS, then maybe - just maybe - I'd have been able to deal. Not like this, though. This is just so not fair. I mean, I had plans for my life. I have friends. Not a lot, but a few. A family...whatever I mean to them at this point, at least they're around. In a thousand years, there will be nothing left for me, nothing to remind me of ME. I'll be lost and alone.8 u: ]$ ?) q# O* r3 y- J
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4 u' Z. Z4 H) ^* P Z- lA short time ago the captain ordered the navigator to change course, to take us away from a stormfront. Now, I know he probably has the best interests of his crew at heart, but I gotta think about the rest of the world. As well as my world. I NEED to get to Alais, quickly. I feel that time is running out, and this Chaos Storm is only a harbinger. So using the talisman Tobias gave me on the compass, I think I managed to fool them into putting us back on course for the islands. Now I'm just praying they won't notice before it's too late, and that the storm won't catch up with us. I've been lucky so far. I'm counting on my luck lasting just a little bit longer., ^9 ^, M7 I! a* _
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4 P0 J# _+ T W8 @The Maerum Queen believes I may be what they call "the Waterstiller". Why not? After all, I am April Bandu-embata, and I'm probably what the Venar call the Kan-ang-la, so why not the Waterstiller? Thing is, this time I have to PROVE it. The Waterstiller is supposed to uncover an ancient shrine and bring light to the darkness...which I've already done. Then, I have to show some proof of my mission - the talisman, which the captain locked away in the chest - and kill a Snapjaw. Kill a SNAPJAW! What am I, an Amazon hunting woman person? I think not. I have a hard time smacking a fly. But if I wanna get outta here... U) n" I! ~6 R! U# p3 M
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- Z/ b9 h6 t7 a8 [Right now, my purpose is to find the Alatien and to reunite them with the Maerum so that both species can thrive once more. That done, I can find out what the Alatien know, and then pay a visit to this sleeping god of the Maerum. I'm counting on this guy being one of the Kin. If not, I've no idea what to do next.$ }2 j! S$ ^$ C
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/ [( K9 O4 f# M- X F# nBack home, at this time, I'd be safely snuggled up in bed, safe in the knowledge that it's Saturday, I've got nowhere I have to be, I can just relax all day long, maybe go to the caf , hang out for a while, maybe go to the park, whatever... k4 u+ P1 K" l/ M" j! `
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The Maerum and the Alatien are well on the road to forging a lasting union, and I hope this will bring prosperity to them both. They've suffered enough as it is, and I'm happy I had a chance to help them come to terms with their past and to face the future together. Okay, April is getting a little sentimental here, but who can blame me? I worked hard to get them talking, damn it, so I deserve a little credit!( u% A/ N3 O& y' U# @; B G
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At any rate, the journey continues, this time into the lair of the Maerum Sleeping God. Unfortunately, the Alatien weren't able to tell me as much as I would have liked, but at least I have another stone now. That makes two. And I'm pretty certain this god, this Draic Kin, will be able to help me out with some definite answers. I deserve that too.
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2 |9 N4 D0 p6 lThe ancient dragon, the Maerum Sleeping God, was obtuse, like most creatures I've met this past week, but at least he gave me one of the four jewels I need to complete the stone disc, and he's taking me to meet the Dark People, and apparently they will give me a map of the stars, where the entrance to the Guardian's Realm is now located. Amongst the stars! How the hell am I gonna get up there? Well, I'll deal with that problem later on. For now I'll just keep obsessing about what the dragon said, about who I am, what I am. He said that my journey began with an answer, and it's only now that I know the question. What does THAT mean? I feel I should know, that the answer is just right there in front of me, but I can't grasp it. I just don't know what he means. And it's really, really frustrating. G+ V* ]2 P4 {' \. f+ V
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How many weird and mysterious people are there in Arcadia? It seems for every "normal" person (and I mean that in the broadest possible sense), there are five or six strange, obtuse, meandering creatures with a tendency to speak really slowly and say things like "Who are you?" and "I see your path, April, and it's not an easy one" and "It is destiny". Like, hello, update your vocabulary already! Learn some new words, lighten up, wear plaid, whatever.
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Wow. That...thing, that Chaos Vortex, popped up. Again. I guess "again", because I'd really hoped our first rendezvous was a dream, nothing but a dream, but hey, apparently not. So not only is it back, it looks like it's chasing me, and it's gotten a hell of a lot BIGGER! Now, by some incredible stroke of luck (or, more likely, Cortez), a Shift opened up in the nick of time and deposited me here, in the cathedral. Convenient, if a little freaky. And why wait so long to bring me back? Not that I haven't accomplished almost everything I need to accomplish in Arcadia (save for the fourth piece of the stone disc and the second Arcadian Dragon's Eye jewel), but come on, Cortez could've at least brought me back for a change of underwear at some point!
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2 C+ ]( u/ ]0 ?9 |" CWait...the dream I had, a few nights ago. I remember it distinctly. I saw Cortez, trapped inside some machine. I thought that was just a nightmare. Could it be that what I was seeing was some kind of vision? It's not impossible. But where is he being kept, and who's behind it? Safe money it's got something to do with the Vanguard.
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( Q7 q. J& ?. W- V' x& r& pThey shot Emma. They killed her. God knows what they've done to Mickey and Fiona. And Zack, they got him too, but I'm not gonna shed any tears over him. He sold us out, all of us, because of me. It's all my fault. I got them involved, my friends, and it got Emma killed, and maybe the others too, and I don't know what to do or how to feel. I'm so miserable! I hate myself, yet at the same time, could I have done anything different? They were all caught up in...we were all caught up in whatever this is, this cosmic farce. Is it ever gonna end? Maybe when I accept my destiny and give up everything to become Guardian, maybe that's where it's gonna end, and now I don't...no choice, because if I give up now, Emma's death will mean NOTHING. I have to go on. I have to go on, now more than ever./ f0 P! B5 V5 \6 j
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I got the final stone, the last piece of the disc of the Balance! Abnaxus had it...I'm so glad it was him, although I wish he'd told me earlier. At least I didn't have to go find another magical species living in a lake of lava or in some kind of poisonous swamp or something like that. So what now? Well, these four stones are supposed to be combined into one stone, one disc, which will serve as a key into the Guardian's Realm. The question is, how do I make this disc? And where? Tobias told me the disc used to be kept at the Enclave, so that's a good place to start. I guess.
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0 {/ v% i$ t7 D% `6 lI figured out where the four pieces of the disc used to be kept, at the Enclave, and with a little help from Crow I managed to melt the stones with fire into one complete stone disc. Now, all I have to do is retrieve the disc from the pool inside the library, find the second Arcadian Dragon's Eye jewel, and go home. The fact that I have no idea how to go about accomplishing those two last tasks doesn't really bother me. I've been in worse binds before, and all of them during this past week, so I'm betting I'll be able to figure this one out too!2 T) A1 d1 ^# Z1 |7 k5 I1 C
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, ?% h: |; X* l5 P- S8 yBut now I'm just thinking about myself, which I have a nasty habit of doing. What about Minstrum Yerin, and Brian, and all the other people left in Marcuria? They're facing an army with nothing but their courage. How are they going to cope? I have it easy. I can always run away. They can't. They have too much fight for.( s( `: }* F+ M/ ]- A
$ }* _% s8 n% o1 F( DI'll just have to help them out the only way I know how, by finishing what I started. I still need to go back to Arcadia one last time, to retrieve the second Dragon's Eye jewel. And I think I know where to find it, where all this started. The only question is, how do I get there? Lady Alvane said to use my talent to focus my powers. And my only talent...is art.4 f! Q0 F9 f/ [: J) W! c$ l l
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The White Dragon is dead, but she lives on in her daughter, in the White Dragon reborn. But to know now that she was my mother, my real mother...I don't know how to feel anymore. Is it true? It is, because I FEEL that it is, and because that would explain so much. My journey did begin with an answer, like the old dragon told me, and it's only now that I know the question; who am I? I'm the daughter of the White of the Draic Kin, which makes me one of the Kin...whatever THAT means. So am I still April Ryan? Am I still myself? I don't even know that. I've always known I was adopted, but this...to know that I'm not even really human, that I was put on this Earth for a purpose, and that everything happens for a reason. Scary. Suddenly the prospect of becoming Guardian doesn't seem so impossible after all. At least it would put an end to all my problems, for the time being. Kinda like checking out of the world for a time. One thousand years.
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I got the disc, I got two of the Dragon's Eye jewels, I got the starmap and Burns Flipper should have my fake ID ready right about now. Which means I can get to Grendel Avenue where the Vanguard have their headquarters, and with luck I'll be able to find out what they know about the Guardian, if they have him. Also, I need to find somebody to decode this starmap for me, to find out where the entrance to the Guardian's Realm is located. That done, I "just" need to find the second two jewels - Cortez told me he knew where to find them, so this means I'll have to find HIM. God, my schedule is really packed, isn't it?
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Early evening, just before sunset. How many more surprises is life gonna spring on me today? And how many more of my friends will have to die before this is all over? Two in one day is just...too much. Cortez. I can't believe that he's gone, just like that. And the fact that he was...one of the Kin... I didn't even think... I should have known, of course, but then again I'm not used to friends and family turning out to be dragons from other planets. At least, not until last week.
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2 k3 t7 U- i! S. a0 y& u0 @So Cortez and McAllen were the two Draic Kin in Stark. Now I have all four jewels, or I will as soon as I retrieve the disc and the jewels from McAllen's safe.
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Actually, come to think of it, does a fall like that kill dragons?
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. }3 {+ M2 E w: Y `2 Hvalue=When I went back to the Flipper to ask him about the starmap, there was another surprise waiting for me. He'd been shot and left for dead by good old Gordon, my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Flipper was still alive when I got there (barely), and it turns out he'd sold me out...not that he had a choice, unlike Zack...but at least he felt bad about it, and he managed to give me the information I needed before he... Gordon took the Guardian to a colonial transfer station called the Morning Star. The entrance, the wormhole, that leads into the Guardian's Realm is located not too far away from the station. So now I need to get THERE, somehow. I think it's time to rethink that whole colonization program. Maybe it's good for something after all.
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8 R7 U4 G- _5 I0 s0 g( d! vI'm in space. In space! Can you believe that? The trip here went pretty smoothly, all things considered, and my B/M colonist's outfit looks pretty sweet on me, believe it or not. But enough with the kidding around, I got a job to do. I need to get away from these colonists before I actually get shipped to some far-off planet. Then I need to rescue the Guardian from wherever it is he's being kept, and together we have to get out there, into space, and open up the wormhole. Once we're inside the Guardian's Realm, we're home free. I hope.
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6 Z9 ^1 Z( C2 F4 q0 Y% K/ b2 W: `value=Adrian told me that, once I arrive in the Guardian's Realm, there are three trials I must pass in order to get to the tower. The first is the trial of might, the second, the trial of spirit, and the third is the trial of matter. Considering what I've been through so far I don't think I'll have a problem with either of them, but you never know. Best to be prepared., r5 `. F8 p" I* @; X/ J8 ~3 P
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9 q o, q5 x+ K% G- Vvalue=me, but I know she'll miss me, and I know she'll feel very guilty for turning a blind eye to the way he treated me throughout all those years. As for Danny and Owen, I don't really know. Danny's an asshole--he could (theoretically) improve, though I doubt he wants to. As for Owen--he's still a kid, he might turn out okay, but as long as Dad's in control I'm not too optimistic...
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