UNDATED ENTRY

Prior to my escape from Tempide, I spent my last hours packing what research I could from Frotos’ collection. As we packed, we spent our time discussing nothing of personal note; it was, for moments at a time, another day under her tutelage.

Inevitably, the sound of breaking stone and cracking mortar became too loud to ignore- when I ventured outside to investigate I discovered the sea had swallowed the roads to the east, and many of the buildings found there, entirely. What had not already been packed was left behind. Several hundred books containing the studies and philosophies of our forepeople- many, the very last of their kind.

I was too young to remember the collapse, but I found the bravery to ask Frotos if this is what she had felt then, this desolation as our society was doomed to step back hundreds of years.

She looked at me, then, the last time she would ever do so, and said;

"It was not the loss of knowledge that disturbed me, nor is it the loss of knowledge now. Any tears I shed shall be for our people, for this senseless loss of life. For what good is knowledge without people to learn it?"

Upon arrival to the new colony, I discovered that Frotos had been joined at the temple by many, if not all, of her peers and their equivalents. In a disturbing moment of self-discovery, I realize that I have boarded the boat a student, and departed it a master of my field.

I cannot allow any to know my doubt and trepidation moving forward. We have lost the majority of our culture overnight- there is no possibility, in my mind, of recovering that which has been taken.

But I will fear no god, nor beast, in doing what is right. I will continue to record my history in the hopes that it will one day



it be.