> Diary entry #1469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwEpk93RZEZ
> Current location: Dark woods of Kledyss - m3.p5. Gamma. Pi. Uzarra.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0cvolMXSD
> Switching to subject’s point of view.469Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ68f0tapoOg
…too risky, she has to stay away from the initiation rite…
Arvie: “Master...”
…We have to break this connection.
Arvie: “Sir!”
Yes, what is it?
Arvie: “Your diary is working now.”
Great. How does it work?
Arvie: “It combines the visual feed from your eyes with the audio feed from your ears, and synchronizes it with your thought-log as a voice-over. I’m working on adding your other senses and feelings as well.”
Thanks. Show me the result…
Wow, this is great. How did you manage to add such a clean thought-log? No, wait, not now. Answer that when we are back in my private chamber.
This diary has given me an idea; I can make a documentary out of it, about the great adventures of Duvainor, a mysterious hero of unknown origins.
I know how to do that: I will start each scene with a description of the setting, and try to make it as much of an adventure as I can.
Please configure the diary to add more descriptive detail than my bare thoughts, and add an option to help me edit the diary and summarize the boring parts away. I want to have more control on the flow of the events.
Arvie: “The extra detail is already done, sir, but I’ll do the rest.”
Thanks, the starburst might happen any time now. We do not have much time.
Arvie: “Master-”
Do not interrupt me. Let’s start this adventure with the backdrop of my life:
Greetings. My name is Duvainor, and I am the only Druvvak in a highly unlikely place.
I live in a treetop village called Fremacryn, in the dark woods of Kledyss located on Vaeru'an, the third moon of Atapalurin, the fifth planet of the Gamma.Pi.Uzarra system.
This moon has a layer of thick poisonous gasses covering its surface, except for some towering plateaus, the highlands and the Mberthorne trees.
The plateaus are too high and the highlands are very hard places to live because of their hostile environment, so that leaves us the Mberthorne trees, to make our settlements over their branches or carved inside their trunks.
These trees would usually grow for a few hundred millennia and can become colossal, high above the poisonous gas level, which we call the nether level.
They cover vast areas and have thick, layered branches and huge leafs that get hard as they grow, and they join together and make layered zones suitable to build our villages upon.
Fremacryn is a first layer village, because it is at the top of the trees. It is also near Foramundo, a towering plateau full of holes and caverns.
It is small and cozy and most of the villagers are common hunters, foragers or mushroom farmers, and they live a simple life, but one night they saw a round and bright object zooming toward the village, accompanied by a small droid.
The object and the droid flew to the central hub of the village and stopped in front of the temple, where Henarra Mornan, the village diviner, lived.
Gradually some of the villagers gathered around them, but at a distance. They had not seen anything like that shiny spherical object before and were curious about it, but no one dared to go near it. Eventually one of them went to fetch the diviner.
The object and the droid stayed floating in their place until the diviner came, then the droid faced her: “Greetings, my name is Arvotunae, and this is the cradle of my master… Sorry, it seems that I have no recollection of his name or any event prior to our arrival here. But I know I’m charged with 900 galactic credits and have an item and a message for you.”
The diviner went to the floating cradle and touched it. After a few moments of beeping, its lid opened and an infant appeared in front of her eyes.
The infant had a silky pale tan skin, a bush of dark silvery hair, two slightly slanted brows, sharp and wide turquoise eyes, and lips firmly pressed together as if protesting the lack of food.
He was beautiful, but as she saw him, she gasped and stepped back involuntarily. Her eyes widened as she began to comprehend what she saw, and her hands flew to grasp at hear heart.
All the present villagers scattered a few paces away but stopped after that, warily watching the diviner and posed ready to flee, if necessary.
“A Druvvak?” she whispered.
The droid looked at the infant and said, “Yes, it seems that my master is a Druvvak. How very interesting.”
“Maekar! A Druvvak!... But why? What’s the message?”
“Our dear honored dame Henarra Mornan, esteemed diviner of Fremacryn, in the name of the five and the divine, we shall leave a precious asset in your trust.
Please keep him safe and right after initiation, augment him with the Mutacell that is with him, then train him the basic skills needed for survival, and let him find his own destiny. The droid shall remain his companion.”
Nonplussed, she dropped on her knees, her palms on her face, and said a few muddled words through her hands, then thoughtfully looked at the droid and told her that she would obey the commands.
After a while, she looked at the infant: “What should we call you? Hmm… Yes, Duvainor seems appropriate. It means godsend in the elder language.”
Arvie: “Master, wasn’t that a little bit too dramatic?”
Didn’t all that happen?
Arvie: “Yes, more or less, but-”
What can I say? I have a flair for drama.
Arvie: “Wait. Listen master. There is the melodic rumble, the eerie whoosh, the flashing and flaring at the top of the trees. The starburst is imminent.”
By the divines…
ns 172.71.255.6da2
and then Add to home screen.