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Journal #37
SECOND EARTH
Whoever is reading this journal, guard it with your life. It contains the most important truths and information about the beginning of time. You may not know the terms, but if you keep reading everything will be explained.
I suppose I should start with my name. I am Bobby Pendragon. I am seventeen years old and am from the territory of Second Earth. I am the Leader in a group of people called the Travelers. We are a group of ten men and women from different territories, one from each. Territories are separate worlds that are only connected by flumes, tunnels of dark matter that travel through space and time. We have one common cause that we fight for: to prevent Saint Dane from taking over Halla. Saint Dane is an evil Traveler and Halla is everything that is, has been, and will ever be. The way Saint Dane does this is that he discovers the turning point; the event that can push a territory to peace or destruction, of a territory and tries to push it to destruction. He believes that he must destroy all the territories and combine them into one, then rebuild a new society; a new Halla. He calls this the Convergence.
Confused yet? This is nothing. There is much more.
Saint Dane has been planning this since I became a Traveler-about 3 Earth years-and possibly longer. The final blow, if you will, happened on my own territory, Second Earth. I had destroyed the flume on Ibara-another territory-in hopes of trapping Saint Dane and I on the territory. Unfortunately, that didn't work out so well. He escaped to First Earth, the planet Earth in the year 1937, where his first hand man (or lady); Nevva Winter had stolen my traveler ring and gave it to a child named Alexander Naymeer, officially making him the Traveler of Second Earth. Naymeer grew up to discover the true nature of the ring and he used his knowledge to show the world (now Second Earth) the territories, a secret that used to be only known by Travelers and their acolytes, their sidekicks, if you will.
Us Travelers tried to stop Naymeer, but one by one, we were picked off. Eventually, Naymeer and his group of exceptional people, called Ravinia, became the spiritual advisors for the entire world. He used his powers as Travelers to create a temporary flume and send 50,000 protestors into oblivion. I was one of them.
When I was flung into the flume, I was brought to a dark space. There was my mentor, the previous Traveler from Second Earth, my Uncle Press. All the other Travelers were there too: Loor, Alder, Aja, Siry, Eli, Gunny, Spader, Patrick, and Kasha. In the distance, beyond the haze that was there, was a tall slanted building with what seem like a light at the top. It looked familiar, but it wasn't the time to wonder. We had business to attend to.
Was this it? Were the Travelers as we know it truly over? Where were our families? Who or what are we? There were so many questions and no answers. The only person who seemed to have a clue about what was going on was Press. He stood to the side, staring into the unknown, a feeling of deep thought etched on his face.
Finally, he came toward where we were and took a deep breath. Everything stopped. When Press spoke, you listened. End of story.
"You guys have been through a lot," he spoke quietly, but clearly, "and it isn't fair that you have to be in the dark about your very existence. It's time that you learned about the Travelers."