Saturday, November 25, 2006

...

"I'm just a man, I'm not a hero, just a boy, meant to sing this song. Just a man, not a hero, I--don't--care."

Could that song have said what I need to say here any better? I know I've acting a tad bitter lately, and I know that I haven't been acting myself lately, but right now, I don't need to act myself. I can't act myself.

If this is what Ceilara's like now, I can't imagine what Vuligtana will be like. Truthfully, I want to go home. Back to Earth, to my own house, even go back to school. Hell, I'd be in High School now.

God, I hope we find Bobby soon, so we can get off this Godforsaken realm.

--James

Sunday, November 19, 2006

What's going on here!?!?

Bobby's gone.

I'm pretty sure that it was the slave traders. We decided to stay, because James wasn't ready to leave yet. There are certain things on Ceilara that need to be dealt with, which means it's still unsafe. Thankfully, slavery is looked down upon by more people than those who support it. But that still doesn't help our situation. It's happened early this morning, around 4:30, I'm guessing, Earth time, of course.

People came in to wake us up. At first, I thought it was part of a dream, but before my sleep ridden mind could comprehend what was going on here, James had pulled his sword and stabbed one of them clean through, malice in my eyes.

For a split second, my breath caught in my throat. James wasn't a murderer, and he wouldn't kill anyone who truly deserved it. But in the next second, I grabbed a dagger and began to fight. After I had one of the two remaining down, the last coward fled. When the chaos ceased, we discovered Bobby was missing.

Without any warning of what he was doing, James woke the second man up. He hauled the man to his feet by his collar.

"What are you here for?" James snarled. I was taken aback at how...scary he was, as was the man.

"To kill y-you," The man whimpered.

"Where is my friend?" James asked, dangerously soft. The man did not answer. I could feel anger and hatred radiate off of James in waves as he yelled in frustration.

"Listen, I don't like to use magic, but I'll make an exception on you. You're nothing to me. You're lower than dirt, you bastard," he started. He must've been doing something to the man, because the man cried out.

"James, stop! Don't kill him, too," I exclaimed.

"I won't let them put Bobby through what I went through. I won't let them do that," he said, throwing the man to the floor. He was unconcious again.

"We'll find him, James, we'll find him."


So we looked. And looked. And looked some more. He wasn't in the city, or surrounding. Tomorrow, we're going to look on the ground. James has been so different. There is more anger in him than usual, and that's saying something. We talked for a little while he told me some of the things that happened to him there. And after that, I can truly say that I don't want Bobby to endure that, either.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

It's all over...

Ok, so I was out of my mind when I told Bobby and Katrina not to come after me. ButI'm glad they did. Never, ever in my life would I want ANYONE, not even Ardnek Oklyon himself, to have to go through...that.

I've been through some nasty stuff, but...

Man, this slave trade NEEDS to be destroyed. I'm still a bit shaken from...everything, so I'm not going to post...what they did. The slave traders, that is.

Lemme tell you guys what Bobby and Katrina did to help me. Scratch that, save me. They posed as slave owners, and more or less bought me with counterfit money.

Right now, I'm gonna get some sleep. And food. Food sounds nice. Someone'll come on and explain more.

Yours,
James

Thursday, November 09, 2006

And the bad gets worse...

What we had thought before was that the people of the slave trade James messed with wanted him hurt or something, but know Bobby and I know that isn't the case.

They kidnapped him alright. But they didn't just...beat him.

They made him a slave too. Bobby says he has a plan, but I'm not going to post it here.

I will tell you if it works.

I cannot tell you how worried I am.

~Katrina

Saturday, November 04, 2006

The good news, and the bad news.

The bad news is that we haven't found James. But the good news is that we're pretty sure we know what happened to him. We just...don't know where he is.

You see, Ceilara is a great place. The people live above the ground due to the elevated number of dangerous beasts in the jungle below. They're incredibly advanced, as well...

...but they have a slave trade. If anything happened to James, he tried to interfere with this, and they didn't like it, so they did something about it. What they did, I don't know, but nobody has seen him in days.

If this isn't worrying news, I'm not sure what is.

Bobby

PS And tomorrow is his birthday. He turns fifteen. What a great way to celebrate your birthday.