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Marceline

She spends her afternoon in the library, seated next to a table reading her father's journals. He's an explorer and a scientist, and did all his studies in the tower; all his knowledge was written down in those books.

Marceline reads about alchemy, history of some fighting techniques she was taught by her mother, and some about her father's explorations.

She has no interest in exploration; living peacefully in her castle with her sister is all she wants now.

Back then, things were different; life for her was very exciting as she was a prankster and a sadist to the tribes around them. It could be said that she has changed for good. The zeal and malevolence in her smile was replaced by happiness that seeing her family brought her.

After eating dinner, she clumsily walks into her bedroom and accidentally jumps into her sister's bed. As her head hits the pillow, she feels an inconspicous edge around it. She puts the pillow away, uncovers the mattress and looks for the object that hit her head.

She turns on a lantern and finds that it was a book. In her sister's bed. It had no title, but it was thick and had a few pages sticking out. It wasn't very thick, and looked more of a journal than a proper book.

''What's this now? Why would she hide it there?''

She turns the front page and reads:

"This exploration, spearheaded by yours truly, is led by me. 

''Being a seasoned seafarer and a man of many friends, I have heard many stories about mysterious and unknown lands. All of which I have been to, studied about, and lived within. ''

Of course, except one.

''This land, often referred to as "Skyworld", is the most mysterious. Not mysterious like Catacomb Hill mysterious, but really mysterious. It is rarely heard of, and those who do know it have looked for it to the extent of most of the realm, and are still looking. Why would they? It makes no sense looking for somewhere that doesn't even seem to exist, but the desperation that these few people have of getting there is so much that it aroused my curiosity about it. ''

''So I went out to inquire about it. Some found me a nutcase, some simply disbelieved. The only people I had discussed it and got sufficient answers was the tribe in Equus; they told many stories of their explorations to the said place. They warned me about other people wanting that knowledge(which they only gave me since I was a close firend of the tribe leader.) and that they would do anything to have it. They gave me directions and a few other notes and precautions. That being said, I said good-bye, and set sail for home. ''

''We planned our trip, my wife and I, and set out before daybreak bringing along our three beautiful children. We had supplies enough to last us three months; the estimated length of the trip is at two months maximum, including the possibility of storms and lack of winds, so that should suffice. On the next page is the map we shall be using for the trip."''

She turns the page, and finds what's left of a torn page instead of a map.

Looking oustide the window, she realizes that it must be very late, and she's already feeling sleepy. She turns the lantern out and sleeps; her last thoughts were about the journal.