A/n at the bottom

Deep within the confines of a long forgotten cave, sheltered by the by the harsh terrain of a deep gorge, there lies ruins. And hidden in the heart of these ruins which were once the walls of a home there is a chest. If you were to pry open the worn and weathered leather binding of this chest in search of riches you would be greatly disappointed, for all that lies inside is very little other than a dusty old tome marked only with a cerulean M, its tail trailing slightly before curving inwards to a point like the stinger of a scorpion.

The tale confined in the pages of this tome is not one of great mirth nor is it for the faint of heart. For the tome contains the story of one whose notoriety lead her name to be completely wiped from all of Beforean history. In the years after her passing she would be known only through rumours and tales to prey on the fear of the young.

I have lost everything. All those sweeps of hard work, spinning such a fine and intric8 we8 of lies and conspiracy, only to have it torn away from 8eneath my feet so quickly. The only refuge that I have left is in the confines of this diary, which I refused to yield to the 8rutes, as I await my trial and my inevit8le f8. To say that I am not afraid of the outcome would 8e an outright lie, for anyone in my situation would have reason to fear. Yet I will not deny that I have predicted that soon I would meet with such a hardship, for I knew the winds of my fortune had shifted as I watched the l8est and the last of my victims slip though gaps of my we8.

It seems that after all these sweeps my sins have finally come 8ack to haunt me. And the only person who is at fault with the sealing of my f8 is I, undone 8y my own hand. In hindsight I realize that this may 8e my punishment for taking such a daring gam8le as to try and manipul8 a child with such great gifts, despite the lack of difficulty in the past. Although it was with gr8 ease that I took over their su8conscious mind, forcing the child to drift from the safety of the warm 8ed I had provided and make the parasomnic trek to his demise like so many of his kin. And yet as he reached the final leg of the journey that would lead to the aw8ing jaws of my custodian, something jarred the child from his slum8er.

I tried to regain hold of his mind to the point of straining my a8ilities, 8ut it was too late. The connection had 8een 8roken and the child was aware of the danger I had placed him in and fled. To my astonishment, he managed to escape the gorge unharmed, a feat which I had 8elieved to 8e impossi8le.

As I watched what would forever be my greatest folly escaped such a horrible demise, I came to a sudden realization, should he 8e successful in returning to the safety of civilization, then it would not 8e long 8efore the legisl8orial authorities would descended upon my last safe haven. Since my return from my gr8 exploration my childhood hive has 8een the last source of comfort on this planet. Despite my initial apprehension, I knew that the 8est chance of my survival would only come if I vac8d my hive immediately, giving me a slim chance to throw them off my trail, 8ut a chance none the less.

However as I readied to flee with only the essentials for my journey packed, I couldn't help 8ut halt as I passed through a familiar shadow. The shadow of the decrepit remains of that hive stood atop the mesa, which stood as a reminder that the last person that I could to call my colleague was gone. For what I 8elieved to 8e the 8riefest moment, I found myself overwhelmed with the knowledge that should I 8e successful in my escape, I had nowhere to turn. I have left nothing 8ut a trail of 8urned 8ridges, tangled we8s of lies and spilt 8lood in my wake, and although it had 8rought me fortune in the form of material wealth, it has left me with no other options in life 8ut to keep going forward. Until now I had never considered that there would come a time when there was no option for the future. The only thing that is important however is that the past is in the past, there is no way of turning the sand of time and rewriting what has 8een.

Although these thoughts were fleeting, 8y the time I regained my senses and felt the gravity of the situation once again weigh on my shoulders, it was too l8. I gave my most valiant effort in trying to stave off the threat 8y the initial wave of authorities, however as their numbers increased, I found myself at my limit. Surrounded and at my wits end, I was su8dued and for my aggressive resistance, I was knocked unconscious. 8y the time I had awoken I was already incarcer8ed. The only thing that I had managed to keep, concealed deep within the confines of my inner coat, was this diary.

This 8ook is the last connection to the world I have and the last chance I have to leave my mark. Should I meet my f8 at the hands of the prosecution, then hopefully I may live on in these words and let you the reader of this tale judge me as you may.

A/n

First off I would like to thank I. A. Johansen for being my beta reader. I greatly appreciate it esspically seeing as I can be impatient.

Second off, I am sorry to those of you that are still waiting on my other stories. Seeing as I have recently had a fluctuation of my fandom interests, it may be a while.

Thirdly this story is intended to be a sort of Alpha ancestor timeline. we know that in the Beta session the alpha players became the ancestors, however I began to wonder about the alpha troll ancestors. if you need more clarification, PM or review or contact me in another way. im hoping that it will become clearer as it develops.