Nos'nih's Journal

I had been vactioning now for some time in my family's age, S'nah. I had packed my things and was preparing to return to D'ni for the celebration of the 75th Anniversary of My Naming Day, Leefo fahsee vaht. I opened the linking book to D'ni and shouldered my pack. I did something though I don't normally do. I looked at the descriptive window....and I was glad I did. The library where the book linked to was dark. It should be the D'ni midday...something was wrong. Just in case.. I donned my mask and glasses. I had no idea what lay in store for me in D'ni...I could not stay here though..I was low on rations...I placed my hand against the panel...and linked.....
As I linked into the library...I immediately noticed the roof had caved in and the door was blocked. I walked over to the far left book shelf... "One....two....THREE..." I mumbled to myself as I counted the books and located the latch. The bookcase swung away from the wall revealing a small closet type area woth a pedastal and a book. My fathers own personal age. He doesn't know I know about this but I do. It should link into his study, if I remember correctly. If not...I will be stuck here in the library. I pressed my hand upon the page and linked...

I liked into a cave...looked around till I found the linking book...Yes! I had remembered....It linked to my fathers study...I pressed my hand on the page and linked...

As I linked into the study, a sight befell my eyes more horrid than I had ever seen. My own father, lying dead on the floor, his hands grasping his throat as if choking. A thick brown paste covered everything. What had happened? I wondered. "Who did this father?" I asked, though I knew he would not answer. I kneeled beside him. A tear ran down my cheek.

"Goodbye, my father. May you find peace in the next age, and may Yavo, the Maker, recieve your soul." I whispered to him, closing his eyes with my hands. I removed his golden Chemist's Guild ring and placed it on a chain around my neck, as to never forget what my father gave to the Chemist's Guild..both through me and through himself. I exited his study and entered the main part of the house. I found my sister and mother, dead, lying in the kitchen..the had been preparing dinner when it occured.

I exited my house and stepped out into the J'Taeri district square. From there I could see the devastation that had befallen D'ni. In my anger and sorrow I let loose a scream..The word "No!" yet it rose in pitch and volume till it was little more than a scream of sorrow. To my utter surprise, my scream was answered by one of pure joy. I turned in the direction of the scream. A young girl was running towards me. As she approched I noticed her plain brown cloak, trimmed in light blue. Junior Guildsman, Surveyors.

"Your....alive!! You...your alive...." She exclaimed. She must have noticed the bright green and gold of my Chemist's cloak and realized I was a Guild Master, for she stopped dead in her tracks and lowered her eyes.

"Shorah, Nava." She said. Greetings, master. "Thoe Kenem?" She continued. How are you?

"Shorah, I am fine...are there others?" I answered.

"Yes, Master! There are others!" She replied, lifting her head. I could see now that she was an attractive young girl, maybe 60, 65 years old...Not that younger than I.

"Take me to the others!"