Day 3142

I think I speak and write very poor lingua franca, but anyway I'm yet to say, this is very important.

All my words are hidden within the forest.

Dig out so much mud and carve on the tree to hide my letters that my fingernail gets dark. Those are my solely proof of existence as far as I know.

I have been running from the empire and the wizard hunters for years. I remember seeing them catch my people and burn them to ashes since I was a kid.

I still have no idea why they are hunting my kind.

"Your people will easily fall to the dark side!" they said. "Your greed and lust of unknown will consume you at the end!" they said. "If your power is adapted to the society, we are all going to die!" they said. "What sort of wacky wizzard uses a branch!" they said.

But I saw people can enslave people with a spell called money. But I saw people fall into the dark side for their lust for power. But I saw people lie to people so they can feast on them.

Never mind that. I was a wizard yesterday, I am a wizard today, and gonna be a wizard tomorrow.

I know my death is a certainty. After all these years, I feel more numbing and just trying to survive day by day.

The good side is I ride through the forest and cruise along the coast during the time of escaping, so many things have been seen and experienced which leave me no regret.

Also met mi querido amigo "rabbitmeat".

Sometimes I use my alchemy recipes and transfer my friend into another form by adding garlic, rosemary, sage, and a pinch of salt.

The only thing left in my mind is I haven't decided my last word yet.

Hajimete, I think that is something that no one really cares about. The world will fall and there is no place for me at the beginning. But a statement is important, I am going to find it before the end of my life.

See you later.

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