1558, Trinira, Mìn (Minecraft).

Trinira. The ancient city, steeped in legend. According to the stories, Trinira, a century ago, was one of the wealthiest towns of Mìn. People of all professions flocked to it, making it also one of the largest. It seemed that this town, it's magnificently built buildings and its culture would last throughout ages.

But, a hundred years ago, a small group of travellers came to the city and found it in ruins. Entire streets were crushed, and in some places flames still licked through the buildings. Bodies littered the streets, gruesome injuries covering their body. The bold group searched the entire town, but nothing lived. Even the animals were dead, from chickens to dogs, people to pets. Nothing survived. Something had destroyed Trinira, so completely and so suddenly that nothing had escaped. Stories travelled faster than men, and soon many brave adventurers came, but none could find the reason of the destruction.

After a century, the legend of Trinira has become nothing but a story to pass the time. People gave up hope of ever finding the reason behind the destruction.

Almost a year ago, I, along with a group of archaeologists, explorers and generally curious people (I fit into all categories) travelled from my home town of Charn to the Ruins of Trinira. It was as it had been since the destruction. Not a single house stood whole, though parts of some houses still remained. The city had three main roads and it seemed the centre road had been mostly targeted- nothing surrounding the path stood above half a meter. Amazingly, fires still licked through the rubble in rare cases; possibly there was netherrack in there. And still: Not a thing lived. It was as though the very aura of the place cried death.

We didn't expect to find much during our search-many had searched before us. But nevertheless, our curiosity could not be sated. I was especially interested in the crumbling houses on the outskirts of the town, many of which were still half-standing. Each house seemed to be the same- made of stone bricks, two stories five bricks high, dotted with windows and a double door. Well that's what they would have looked like, except for said fact that not one house was standing fully.

It wasn't until I came across a house with an entire side wall crumbling that I found anything of note. Hanging above the un-hinged door was a charred sign saying Herbalist in elegant font. The remains of blasted and rotting shelves lined the front room, behind which a staircase led to nothing-the second floor had been completely destroyed. Beside me Alecs, a cartographer, archaeologist and good friend of mine (who dreams of being the first to make a detailed map of Trinira since it was destroyed), was mapping out the house, meaning it was he who realized that the west wall was two blocks thick, unusual compared to all the other houses we'd explored.

Instantly I inspected the inner layer of the wall. It was cracked, the stones uneven. At first sight it seemed to be caused by whatever had destroyed the rest of the city, but at closer examination, you can see the mortar that holds it together seeps out, and the blocks really are cut into irregular shapes. Meaning, most likely, that this extra wall was made hurriedly. Why?

This question, I swear, it is always nagging me. Of course my curiosity was too strong, so I took out my pick -diamond, efficiency III, one of the perks of working for rich people- and began to take down the wall.

Barely had I gone halfway, when I found a small pocket in the stone, barely big enough for my hand to fit. Indeed, my hand could not fit at all, for the space was taken by an extremely ruffled and old book, which, written on the binding in fading gold letters, said: The diary of Kiera Halti.

As any good archaeologist can tell you, this would probably rate among the discoveries of the first jungle temple, or nether portals. We had found a DIARY from a CENTURY ago, hidden inside a MYSTERIOUSLY DESTROYED town, that perhaps would be the key to the mystery and legend of Trinira!

~ Signed:Professor Indilla Shin'en.

Enclosed: A translated and noted version of the diary's contents.