16th, August, 1600
At my old age, I admit that it's ridiculous to keep a diary. But I guess now, there is no one left to laugh at me. The one who reads this, must surely ask why I'm saying that. Well, be patient, because I intend to write all my story before burying this book in the depths of the sand. And good luck for anyone who dares to find it.
First of all, my name is Prospero, known as the Duke of Milan. I don't think you're interested in my boring life in the kingdom, so let's start where the problems started, and where my life has changed forever.
I always knew that my dear brother Anthonio was frightfully jealous of me. Jealous of the magical powers that I possessed. Thanks to that, everyone admired me, especially women. It hadn't been difficult for me to find a wife, with whom I had a daughter, named Miranda... Anyway, let's stay on topic here. Twelve years ago, my brother made an irreparable error, he exiled and abandoned me on a desert island with my daughter, who at that time, was only three years old.
Luckily, my best friend, Gonzalo, felt sorry for me. Although he was the advisor of the king, he came regularly and secretly to the island to help us. He crossed the sea with a boat in charge of food, water and clothing. But of course, he brought me the most valuable books in my library. Thanks to the magic conferred on me by my books, I master the natural elements and the spirits. In the years that followed, I survived as best as I could, perfecting my magical powers. I discovered the trials of raising a child alone in the middle of nowhere. But above all, I was preparing a revenge. A horrible revenge.
To carry out my projects, I had created two supernatural beings. The first was Ariel, a positive spirit of the air and the breath of life. His existence was based on the performance of acts of kindness. He was able to resurrect absolutely everything. I admit to having created him to watch over my daughter, and I was afraid that she had fallen in love with him. In a second time, I created Caliban, a negative being symbolizing the earth, violence and death. I had made him more powerful than Ariel, and his ego was out of control. Luckily, I was more powerful than him, but I needed him in my plans, so I realized I couldn't destroy him.
Truth be told, as he grew up, Caliban became more and more resentful, and I didn't know the motives, making him even more uncontrollable. But unfortunately, far too concerned about my projects, I didn't pay attention to him.
At the end of about ten of years spent on the island, I managed to create a solution of attack. It was a book I called "The Book of Peace". Its power was limitless. But, there was a constraint. Whoever closes the book, will kill all living beings around him. I had commissioned Caliban to lure my brother Anthonio's ship to our island. I had imagined that once he saw the beauty of this book, he couldn't help but want to take it with him. He will probably want to close the book, and that is when my revenge will be fulfilled.
Only... I trusted the wrong person, and everything turned against me. As expected, Caliban used his charming powers to attract my worst enemy. In reality, Caliban wanted to appropriate the powers of the book. So he had waited for Anthonio, my daughter, Ariel and I were around him to close the book, with an unhealthy smile on his lips. But under the influence of anger I threw myself on him to pick up the book. Unfortunately, it was me who closed the book. Lightning struck the ground, and the four bodies around me evaporated.
Since that day, and still today, by all means, I try to get back my daughter, and even my brother, because if I learned a lesson, it's never to answer the evil by the evil, because revenge causes our own loss.
