From Bobby--For the last time, probably

So for the past half year almost, we've been able to post on here from time to time.

Well, complications have arisen, and we can't post any longer. The blog will still be here, but we won't have enough time.

See, we're going to Vuligtana. The slave trade on Ceilara has been settled. It's now illegal, punishable by death.

So we made progress there. But now we've got Vuligtana, and that'll be much harder.

Wish us luck,
Bobby

Lack of posts...the reasons behind it...

Something's wrong with the computer we usually post on, so I think we might have to make a new blog. But anyway.

So. The last post I had was...not fun. Yeah, I got a bit mad at the world, and earned some angry comments about it. All I can say is I'm sorry, if you can accept that, Beckstra (by the way, do you have a nickname). Things got a little...aggravating. I'm over it now. But let me explain what we've done.

See, we decided (against my will, at first) to stay on Earth until January 1st. And since Christmas falls in that range, we celebrated it. On Nastimus, they have a similar holiday, but it takes place on the first snowfall in December.

Well, we decided not to exchange gifts, but just to relax. Against my will, again. I will say that it's helped a bit, and thankfully Oklyon didn't show up or anything. No body died, or was seriously hurt (Katrina did get a papercut, but that's beside the point), and well...it was kinda nice.

I'm both eager and anxious to get back to Ceilara. And then after Ceilara, it's Vuligtana. Ugh. But yeah, I have to be responsible.

Maybe I am growing up, after all.

Yours,
James

PS. Yeah, Katrina was pretty mad at me. Like, I think she may have wanted to beat me. But she didin't. And I'll try and get another blog up and running as soon as possible. And again, I'm sorry for whatever I said.

Really, I am.

"He is," Katrina would like to add, as she watches me type this from over my shoulder.

Prisoner in my own house

I can't believe this! I'm trapped against my will! IN MY OWN HOUSE!! ON EARTH! I can't afford to be here!

I feel like a child who's been sent to his room for being bad. Except most little kids don't have 13 REALMS TO SAVE!!!

Bobby must have brought us back when I was asleep, because I woke up in my room. For a second, I completely forgot about everything going on and actually thought it was all a dream. But it was only for a second. Then, I totally freaked out. My door was locked and I swear I almost tore it down. Before long, Bobby came in a told me his "plan."

They're trying to give me a break from...stress. So he said we're staying here for a week.

"We're going to have an early Christmas before we go back. Maybe this will get those dark circles out from under your eyes."

What dark circles? Ok, so looking in a mirror, I guess I don't look too great. But they'll go away. So what if I'm overworked for a 15 (I //am// fifteen, right?) year old, it's my responsibility.

And don't give me any "You've got Bobby and Katrina" crap, BeckStra7. I know I have them, but if they're not as stressed as I am, then they're amazing. I can't help that I'm king. You wanna take my spot, be my guest. You'll die in a day. Actually, I don't have a clue while I'm still alive, but you know, if you wanna try it, I'm not stopping you.

But like I said, you'd die. I'm not doubting your ability, but you would.

--James

It's been rough...

...for all of us. Yeah, I'm back. I'm fine, for any worriers, and nothing really happened.

Oh, I jumped from a waterfall, but like I said, nothing's broken or anything. The worst I had to deal was probably...yeah, that. Fall down a huge waterfall isn't something that most people put on there to-do list.

And speaking of lists, I have something for the "I really wish I would have known sooner," list. If I use the key for the realm I'm on, I can travel anywhere on said realm with it. Of course, if I'm not concentrating hard enough, I could end up anywhere on the realm--underwater, 20,000 feet in the sky, underground, in a wall, etc. But I decided to take my chances, and luckily, I ended in front of the cabin-like appartment we'd been living in.

As hard as it's been for me, I think James has it a bit worse. He's the king, and as always, he's taking it as his whole responsibility. It's tearing him apart. And what's more, Katrina's been worrying about him as well. I think it may be time for a break. Maybe a week or two on Earth, but nothing more. It'll do him some good.

I hope.

See you later,
Bobby

...

"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

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.

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