Translation brought to you by: The Adventurer’s Guild
Located at: Kingdom of Alteris Ruins
Discovered by: Tass Diavolo
Entry 1
From the first stroke of my axe against the sturdy trees surrounding Alteris, I dreamt of a future bathed in the light of my daughter's success. June was my guiding star, and every bead of sweat that fell from my brow was an offering to the universe, a plea to grant her a life better than mine.
I grew up in the underground sector of Alteris, or as the rich snobs above ground like to call it, the “Grotto.” I met the love of my life there, and together we strived for a better future for our next generation. June, only a month old now, has the deepest eyes I have ever had the pleasure to look into. She is one of a kind. She is my pride and joy.
June, I write this journal for you. So that when you’re all grown-up and no longer need your dear old dad, you may always carry my love for you.
Entry 2
June is so very smart. It wasn’t my genes that made her so smart, I’ll tell you that. I know that the passing of her mother has been hard on her, but I am so proud of her for continuing to work hard towards her greater life. I, too, work tirelessly, day in and day out, to support this little life we have now. And when she grows up, and turns into a smart and independent woman, I will be with her. That is all I can pray for.
Entry 3
As it turns out, I’m not so good at this whole journaling thing. It’s been many, many years since my last entry, and for that I apologize. But I come bearing incredible news!
June’s acceptance into the College of Lumindor was a triumph every good father should get to experience. I am so, so proud of my little girl, and I know her mother would be too. But I can’t say I’m surprised. She wishes to study magic and religion there. Her mother would be so proud of her. The entrance fee is mighty hefty, as expected, but I will surely work harder.
Although, the school is a bit far away, so I am a little worried. But June deserves this. We deserve this.
Entry 4
Letters that I have received from June tell me she’s doing well. They mostly consist of stories of her new friends. She tells me of how their clothing is made of silk and their jewelry made of silver and gold. If I read these correctly, I suppose June is jealous of them. I tell her not to be, and she tells me she isn’t.
June came home last night as a surprise visit. I am always happy to see my daughter. Her friends, too, came as a surprise. Admittedly, I was not as happy to see them.
I had a small argument with June that night. I don’t think she understands my point of view at all. As I was speaking to some of her friends, I recognized their parents as some of the rich folk that live above-ground. Parents who hadn’t worked nearly as hard as I did to have their sons and daughters attend such a prestigious school. They are spoiled, and don’t know what hard work truly means. I tried to explain this to June, but she would not listen.
I just want to protect her. I hope that she will come around someday.
Entry 5
I have not received another letter since our quarrel, despite having sent out many myself. I know that she is angry at me, though I have done nothing wrong. She will someday see that I was just trying to protect her.
In other news, I’ve received a promotion for all of my effort. I now live above ground and work less hours. I am grateful for this opportunity, although I am sad that I cannot share it with anyone but these pages. I have written to June, of course, however she is still disregarding me. I wish that she could be more grateful.
Entry 6
A massive storm swept through Verinth yesterday, the small warrior nation in between Alteris and Lumindor. As I hear, there were not many survivors. I am worried, and June still has not written back to me.
I wish we could go back to the way things used to be.
Entry 7
It has been… around ten years since my last entry. My daughter, June, has unfortunately passed away.
Lumindor faced a catastrophic tsunami that killed every last soul. Our Goddess has truly forsaken us.
Through my tears, and my aching heart, I write this now much too late. Words cannot describe the immense guilt and regret I now carry. The world is ending, but my only wish is that I could have spent these last few years together, for she was truly the only thing I had. But now I have nothing. The world is ending and I have nothing. Oh, my poor baby girl, please forgive me.