This idea has been buzzing around in my head for a week or two, so I decided to create a file and start it. It's my first fic, so don't make fun of me too hard. Sorry if most of the chapters aren't very long, its hard to think up uber-long journal entries every second, and I think that this is perfectly fine.

Survive
Day One

DAY 1 - Morning

Neetsahvai,that's what they named this Age. Simply "survive," and that it's bitterly ironic, I think. Because that is the one thing that you can barely do here, in Neetsahvai.

I have been framed, framed for killing Shornath, my own brother. They are wrong, I know they are, and they will always be wrong. I do not know who did it, they told me nothing. They just put me here. Here. Forever.

I am Karon, and I am a prisoner on Neetsahvai. I have brought one of my journals with me, and I am writing down my time here. Hopefully, it will help anyone else falsely imprisoned here, or, ofcourse, those who were justly done so.

Please, if this helps you escape, survive, or otherwise. Share it with others, please.

This place is the oddest, and perhaps, cruelest Age I have ever seen. The sky is green, a deep, emerald green, and it reflects on the clouds and the sea. Beyond the clouds you can see a moon, a sister planet, whatever you would call it, it is too large to be normal. But a great green planet can be seen past the clouds, with rings circling dutifully around it. How it can possibly be this close, I don't know.

But, perhaps the most interesting feature is the glass, the chrome. Chrome structures jutting out of the sea, twisting and contorting in mountains, crowns, and arches. It litters the long beach that I have linked in upon. Some seem to stick out and writhe naturally, while others seem to have been worn off from the monoliths and the distance and washed in with the tide.

This place, though it is destined to be my prison, is oddly fascinating, and oddly beautiful, and yet it will be my tomb.

The pale, sandy beach wore away into a line of metal posts and blue grass, the grass wore on shortly before disappearing into a blue-leafed jungle, where uncomfortably sounds emanated threateningly from.

I would never leave the beach unless I had to, but eventually, I would certainly have to, for I would never be able to eat the glass scattered along the beach. But I've decided that I will leave soon, I just feel like I need to bask in the green-tinted light for a little longer before I descend into Jakooth's Age.

Before he jungle is a low strip of exotic shrubbery - blue crabgrass, flowers, some yellow stalk like plants, with blue leaved shrubs with pods in the middle. The pods are dry and hopefully flammable, or perhaps even fruit or edible seeds grow in them. I pulled some off to save, perhaps they will come in handy. I peeled one open and ate the seeds inside, they are round and squishy and incredibly sour, and I almost gagged on them. But they seem to be edible since I have yet to acquire a visible sickness. Hopefully I'll know if my insides are bleeding or I get an ulcer.

DAY 1 - Noon

It seems I was incorrect, these seeds or, however edible, mildly poisonous to the D'ni digestive system. I have been vomiting all morning, and I am just now feeling better and I feel as if I should write something down, however much it pains me. I have decided to call them "nyahloa pods,"it means "sickness pods" in D'ni. Perhaps they have an official name, but I wouldn't know it, being cut off from any records I might have formerly had access to in the Cavern.

I think that I may rest for a little while, I am going to be here for a long time. So I have all the time I need to explore, rest, and do whatever I want. Assuming that I do not starve or get killed by some wild animal first.

DAY 1 - Mid-afternoon

I woke up about thirty minutes ago, and I have been experimenting with things on the beach and the nearby shrubbery. The glass on the beach is relatively brittle, and with sufficient force, pieces and bits can be easily broken off for whatever use. I broke a piece of of one of the taller and sharper chrome plants on the beach and tried it out as a knife, it needed a bit of sharpening, and it is still relatively blunt.

It is proficient for cutting apart plants and crudely chopping up some of the jungle trees' branches, but it will require more sharpening when I have time to make it into anything of value. I am trying to find a way to make a spear, and I've discovered that when the stem of the stalk-like plant is peeled out and the center is pulled, it is like a thin, extra strong string.

I am planning to start work on a spear of some sort, but though this string is durable, I'm hoping that it will hold as something to defend myself with, or even catch live food with in the future. I have never been exceptionally good at surviving in the wilderness, or the study of nature. But I can't help but be proud of myself, as a scientist, I must experiment and try to find every possible way to do something.

DAY 1 - Evening

The night is early, and I fear I will be kept awake tonight. From the jungles suddenly comes the whooping and squealing of unknown animals. I know I am on the beach, and with any luck, they will stay in in the jungles, but I just can't get comfortable with it. I have made a crude spear, and it may be usable, so I feel a little better.

I wish I could start a fire, and I shall have to try to create some sort of fire-making tool and try out if the nyahloa are dry enough to catch fire. I still feel their sickness in me, but I feel better already, and it seems as if it is a short-live poison that they hold. But for tonight, I will try to rest and stay calm, and hopefully I will get some sleep. And, if anything, perhaps the forest creatures are friendly.

Tommorrow, I plan to try and set off into the jungle, especially, it seems, that most, if not all, of the creatures here are nocturnal. Though it would be hoping too much to assume there were no day-time creatures. So I sleep on the beach with my back facing the ocean, good night. I hope it will not be my last.

Perhaps no one will ever read this, I severely doubt anyone will ever find it. But it keeps me sane, and gives me something with which I can pass the time.