#c:prophet

hello JOURNAL i spoke with DAIXI today a bout NOAH giving me to you DAIXI laughter and told i do not have to right what NOAH said i know this be cause i know all DAIXI said i may right any all i want not only words of GODS the GODS do not talk much so i will right many night and fill you

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hello JOURNAL i have been trying to be better at writing PHILIA gave me a book on your language she gave me many books i read them all there are many rules like rules for being a PROPHET i like writing more PHILIA told me to practice i do not understand why every one tells me things as if i do not know them i know all it is furstrating? but i love you all lot because you only listen you do not talk JOURNAL are you sad? DAIXI does not talk when he is sad i tried to read your mind but can not so you must tell me - love, PROPHET

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NOAH took you today to see what i wrote in you JOURNAL you must have been very scared i could not read that either NOAH was angry that i had not written the words of the GODS i told them the GODS were quiet and that he asked to much NOAH left with water in his eyes i felt nothing

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OI ALCA OI ABRAMG A-AI-OM CNILA OI EOPHAN

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hello, JOURNAL. I told DOCTOR LI about NOAH and I. she was not concerned. she said to forget NOAH and told me to keep writing. I hate when people tell me things I allready know. you all ready know this. DOCTOR LI did say that I should write more about me and less about what happens in my day. I think that is rediculus because both are interesting but I will write about me

My name is PROPHET and i do not know how to describe where I am from. my body is a vessel and PROPHET is in side. i do not like to talk but my vessel does. People tell me my vessel is fun. I forgot its name. it has been a long time.

I tryed to explain who I am to many. They do not listen because they cannot hear. DAIXI can hear. He says to keep that a secret. Who can I tell when they do not hear? I would not tell. JOURNAL will not tell NOAH will read but will not tell. I will cause ruin.

I live at SCHWARTZ INDUSTRIES. I know SCHWARTZ. i have known for many years. She does not ask me not to tell. I do not tell if she asks or not. I signed a CONTRACT. I do not talk about that either. not to anyone. not to DAIXI. it is my mission. THE GODS concur.

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NOAH took you again today, JOURNAL. He copied the scripture and left. He looked angry. It was because of my other entries. I know that. I still do not care. I work with NOAH because he believes in me. That is all.

Many others believe in me. DAIXI believes in me. He believes in me when others do not. I think it is because he can hear me think. He understands feelings behind my words in ways NOAH and others cannot. I love him and you JOURNAL.

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ETHAMZA HELECH OI RIPIR

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Sometimes I walk around SCHWARTZ INDUSTRIES. Many people tell me hello. Many people like me because my vessel is so talkative. Although I do not eat or drink, my vessel likes do to so. It bonds with people. People here are interesting. My vessel has many friends. It feels like I have friends too.

I saw GABRIEL today. He understands my language, so my vessel does not have to talk. I do not think people know this about him. He is not the only one who hears me but he is one who talks back. I think GABRIEL likes me. My vessel buys many drinks from him and pays in a card. DAIXI does not like this because it is his card, but he has told my vessel it could use it. GABRIEL agrees that I can use it.

Most of the time, GABRIEL asks me about home. I tell him I do not remember. He is disappointed when I tell him. He asked if anything was new. He looked sad, so I did not tell him about what the GODS told me. THE GODS are cryptic. It is better this way

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Hello, JOURNAL.

When I walked past ABADDON today, she refused to look at me. I know this because she flinched when I spoke to her inside. She can hear me. Most of her friends can hear me too. But ABADDON walked past me. She does not like me.

I also saw DOCTOR SAAVAS today. He cannot hear me, but he knows much more than he lets others know. I know this. There is something inside of him too. I do not think he knows how intuitev? I am, but he is suspicious of me, and I am of him. I want to know more.

My vessel asked DOCTOR SAAVAS where he was going today. He frowned at us and told us he does not have time for games. He left quickly. We did not.

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MALPRG

The GODS have spoken to me today. They have given me a single word, but it holds many meanings. I tried to make sense of it, but it is always difficult to understand their tongue. It evokes wild imagery. A hellish place of burning and agony. Flames. Fire. Heat. Ash. Unnatural. It means all of these things, and yet it could also mean anything. It could be a place. It could be a person's feelings. It could even be the GODS describing the warmth of a familiar. Sometimes I hate them. Sometimes I hate the GODS.

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Hello, Journal.

I spoke to Philia again today. She told me I do not have to write names in all capital letters. I told her this made no sense, but she insisted that names, much like sentences, only need a capital letter at the beginning. I told her the GOD's language is not like this, and that they demand all capital letters for emphasis. Philia told me to ignore the GOD's rules. I laughed. If only I could.

Noah becomes more and more angry each day that goes by. The other day, he took my vessel by the arm and cornered me in the sanctuary. He yelled and yelled that I was not doing my job, and that the translations were not clear. Noah had forgotten his place, and so I broke the wrist which held us. I forced my voice inside of him. His people cannot understand my voice, and it only causes them pain. I learned that many years before I learned to write.

Daixi came to me afterwards. My vessel tried to talk to him, but he did not want to talk to my vessel. He wanted to talk to me. He demanded to know how Noah was injured. I told him to watch his tongue as well. I do not like demands. GODS demand of me. Creatures will not. Daixi told me that although I was a Prophet, that I was no GOD, and I should not let my ego get in the way of who I am. I threatened him. It was empty, but I did not want to have the conversation. He told me I could learn more from my vessel, and to not bother him for a while. That pained me much more than watching Noah suffer.

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Hello, Journal.

I do not often understand the language of my vessel, nor do I understand the feelings. I feel isolated, and I feel regret. I have been told by Doctor Li that everyone has a temper. If that is true, then I wonder if others feel as if I do. I am with ZVRAAH. I... do not know how to translate that feeling with the emphasis I want in this language. I would ask Daixi, but he refuses to talk to me still. I know he listens. His face tries not to reply with expression when I plead. It pains him too.

Doctor Saavas was busy today. He spoke with several others. Some I know, some I do not. Abaddon, Crowley, the pink witch, the keeper of the book, and the one who lurks in the library shadows. Many of them do not interact, and so I wonder what Doctor Saavas is doing in bringing them together. It is something suspicious, I am sure. The blonde woman with the pen and paper is always trying to follow them. She fails often because she is not different in the way the rest of them are. I wonder if the danger will catch up to her sooner, rather than later. It is a morbid thought, but it is also a morbid truth.

My vessel caught Noah today sulking around my sanctuary. Although I do not like Noah, and his mind is tainted with MAHORELA, his heart is pure and receptive. He apologized for his anger, and asked forgiveness of me. I felt guilt, whether that is from Daixi's punishment, or regret at my actions, I asked Noah to kneel, and allowed him a taste of my own OLPIRT, to wash away the MAHORELA. He thanked me, and promised he would continue to serve me. I was uncomfortable, but let him have the satisfaction of obedience. It was the least I could do.

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QVIIN QVO-O-I-APE TOFGLO TONVG

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Hello, Journal.

Schwartz came to me today. Although she cannot hear, she understands. Her intuition is unmatched, in that way. I know I spoke of her before, but I am much better with words than I was back then. Schwartz is an enigma of a creature. She tries to hide much from me, but I know all. She knows this, and so do I. Out of politeness, I ignore the dark thoughts that creep over the wall. She is thankful. In some ways, so am I.

She asked to see you, Journal. She said that the tribunal had been debating my words. That is their job. She ran her hands through the pages, not bothering to read any writing that is not the word of the GODS. I was thankful for that, more so.

Her mouth twitches each time she wants to say something. It is frequent, but she stays quiet as she reads their words. She may not hear them, but she can understand them - the GODS - better than I. Maybe it is because they're so alike. Schwartz is full of passion and vengeance. I worry what might happen if she were to ascend to their realm. She may become one of them, the most fearful yet. I am not ready for this world to be torn asunder as she strives to fill the hole in her heart.

She thanks me for my time. My vessel returns a pained smile in my wake. My vessel offers platitudes. Schwartz will have none as she stands and leaves. She is uneasy about their words, as her intuition speaks as loudly as I do.

I too, am uneasy.

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Hello, Journal.

I spoke to Daixi today. It was the first time in what felt like ages that I was able to communicate in full. I was so happy to speak with my voice, that I had overwhelmed him. Blood poured from his face as I assaulted him with feeling. I hadn't meant to. I apologized again and again.

For him,

ANGELARD EOPHAN ANGELARD SORGE

He understood.

After cleaning up, he sat with me for many hours, simply listening. It was not until I had finally run out of meaning that he offered to speak. Many of my feelings were asuaged with his kindness. All of them, with the exception of the GODS' words. I couldn't bare to share that burden with him, and so I kept those to myself. He has enough trouble balancing an unstable Prophet.

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Hello, Journal.

I spent this afternoon with Noah, attempting to help translate more scripture. He is so easy to anger. My vessel told him that I understand - that I too am often frustrated with the GODS and their mysteries. I think that is the first time he truly understood that I am a being with faults. He pledged to still worship me. I pledged that I will always listen for his prayers. They're much kinder than the words of the GODS.

When I had left the chapel, I felt an unfamiliar presence. Things were... wrong? I am unsure how to articulate this. It was as if the air was warm and cold, filled with the power of the STORMCATCHER. The hair on my vessel bristled under the confusion. The world around me was rife with the screams of REDACTED and I did not understand. I still don't. In haste, I looked for answers. I found none before it? parted and the world returned to normal.

At the end of the hall where I stood were three creatures - Ellie, secretary of Schwartz Industries, Gabriel, my fallen friend, and a new creature I have never seen before. It was tall, and unreadable. I did not risk talking to it, in fear it would notice I was there. As it spoke, Gabriel took off running. I do not know what it said to him, but it caused the air to burn and twist. The hall was broken. It had sharp edges in places it did not before. I did not understand. I still do not.

Another lurked in the shadows, as I. This one was familiar. It was Doctor Saavas. He smelled of time and panic. I followed him. He asked me to not write more about what I experienced. He made me promise. I don't know if I can keep that promise, but I will try.

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Prophet was a Water Guardian, his lineage sculpted from the Tidelord’s own hand, his parents’ clan residing in the Spiral Keep itself. His clan was affluent; or, at least, the treasure changed hands easily and flowed with the currents and the Maren around them. He was raised with two goals in mind: becoming a great oracle, and finding a Charge.

He achieved both at once.

As a hatchling, he was timid. He suffered from frequent nightmares, the Tidelord’s moans piercing his sleeping thoughts. He dreamt, always the same, of horrific weather events, of eyes turned black and soulless, of giant creatures rising from the deeps to swallow him in their gaping maws.

He was friendless; too: too intimidated to begin his Search, he was rejected by the other Guardians of the clan, treated as a freak for his disinterest. He still deeply loved his clan and longed to fit in. He tried to take interest in other dragons, pretend to have Charges, but they would inevitably fall by the wayside, forgotten.

It was a wandering nomad, an old Guardian made more of skin and bones than flesh, who enlightened the young dragon. He attracted the hatchlings from their lairs with toys and flashing loot; he proclaimed and he shook and put on a show; he shivered and pointed to a young Chargeless Guardian in the crowd,

You there! You could become great and powerful, if only you learn to love. And love will bring you great power, and respect! And the respect you possess will earn you greater still...

And as the wet nurses shushed their wide-eyed hatchlings inside, still eyeing him with distrust and now something new, fear; and as the warriors roared the old bag of bones away from their territories; and as the nightmares came again more frequently and urgently, calling him into the cascade of events that would dictate his destiny; a spark was lit.

He faced the fearsome beast in his nightmare. He stood his ground, and he understood the nomad oracle’s rantings. He felt a blossom of love when he looked at the creature: if he harnessed it, he would gain the respect he deserved; his Charge was worth protecting more than any other Guardian’s. He understood: his Charge did not exist yet, but he would begin his Search, calling it into existence. And when he did, he would be unstoppable.