Friday, July 21, Year 76…

Well today marks the day I finally arrived in the Gold Ring, in time for a festival nonetheless. Now you are probably wondering, 'Who is this devilishly handsome, god-like deity that has graced you with amazing handwriting of legend?' Well I am he called Ssi Flero: I am a Western Sergal with white and light blue fur, sorta like a glacier, if you look closely enough you will see darker blue highlights in my ice-blue fur.

Now I have one peculiarity about my eyes, they are dichromatic meaning one is brown and the other is an almost glowing gold color, now I must note that when I was buying some Gold Ringers and a couple baguettes the townsfolk seemed afraid of something. Leaving me with a single question, why? My question gets answered later now onto my background.

I was raised by a family of Nevreans who were kind enough to raise me after my parents abandoned me. However due to a slight recession in the global economy, and me scaring away every babysitter I got forcing my mother to quit working to care for me and my siblings, caused my family to fall from middle class all the way into poverty. Now I can hear you audience 'But Ssi what of your dad? But Ssi wouldn't he still work? But Ssi you suck," okay that last one hurt, anyway my dad died when I was young "But Ssi why aren't you sad?" Shut up! Let me write, now I am not sad because I never knew him so I don't have anything to be sad about. "Bu-" No! I should have never involved you. Realizing the fact that I was putting too much financial pressure on my family I set out to cross the Salizine desert, dodging high temperatures and primitive beasts, in the hope of making a living in the beautifully great golden crescent known as the Gold Ring. Enough of the sappy exposition and on with the story.

"I suggest you buy those sunglasses, you'll need 'em," comments the weathered old Nevrean behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" I ask looking up from the bits and bobs scattered about the booth.

"What's your name young one?"

"Flero, Ssi Flero,"

"Your eyes Mister Flero."

"What about them?"

"One's gold."

"What are you getting at old man."

"As a shopkeeper I am required to report any gold eyes to the nearest guard."

"Why's that?"

"They say some sort of dark deity, a demon you could say, is responsible for gold eyes. General Rain was the first and probably not last gold eye and she destroyed half the city. Now for a little something, on top of the glasses of course, I could keep quiet about your little 'situation'."

I remove two bags from my satchel, "Two full bags of one hundred percent pure, unaltered, authentic, maybe a bit sandy and warm Nevrean Salt."

"Mind if I run a quick test?"

"Go ahead I have nothing to hide."

He takes a pinch and gingerly places it on his tongue, "Mmm, the Nevreans have always made good salt. They don't add all the filler crap they do here."

"I take it that's enough?" I ask putting on the sunglasses.

"Enough for what?"

"Good."

"Hey you stop!" calls an officer as I leave.

"Is there a problem officer?"

"We have received word that a gold eyed western sergal has been spotted over here."

"I've not seen 'em."

"Oh, I think you have. Remove the glasses."

"But it's bright out and my eyes are adapted for the western mountains."

"If you don't remove them I will and you don't want that, after all you did spend two bags on them," after I remove them the guard gasps in shock, "You're the one eyed traveler of prophecy! Your under arrest!"

"You mean the devilishly handsome traveler of legend," is the last thing I remember before being knocked out by the guards staff.

I don't know, July I don't know, year 76 (I hope)...

"Ow, my head," I said before finding my journal and pen, "At least I have these."

Looking around I notice a Northern Sergal tied up and gagged against a wall; seeing the Sergals pridictiment I free them.

"It's about time you've decided to join us. I really thought you were dead."

"How long was I out?"

"About three days."

"Wow that officer must've really hit me."

"That's because you tend to move in your sleep."

Just as I am about to reply a strong smell wafts across my nose, "You smells like you've had some fun."

"That would be the guards, except that one time that was me, after all I'm tied up can't exactly resist."

"That 'one time' is what I'm confused about. After all you are tied up."

"Women have their ways and I couldn't exactly turn away."

"Has it always been this drafty?" I comment before seeing myself in a puddle, including a little something standing proud, "Ahh! My clothes. Don't look!" I exclaim covering myself up with my tail.

"Its nothing I haven't seen already. Might I say nice package to complement your nice form, almost Judda-like."

"What?"

"I was tied up facing you remember?"

"You mean-"

"Yep for almost a day, very impressive. Let it naturally go down."

"That'd take a while. And there's my male instincts."

"Well," she motions to our surroundings, "We have a while."

Tuesday, July 25, Year 76

12:00 am…

"I presume you were an apprentice at one point?" asks Rain.

"What gave you that Idea?"

"You were mumbling about a 'Master Zo'lin'."

"Ah yes Master Zin'zo'lin was the greatest Locksmith and Iron worker in my village. He had a tendency to send me on every errand and call while he stayed and turned iron into steel and locks."

"Did he pay well?"

"It was enough to put a little more food on the table."

"Did he give you a reason for having you run errands?"

"Well he was old and busy, since I loved to explore I knew the village and mine very well, and I was the fastest in the village, by foot of course."

"Do you think you could pick that lock?"

"The lock looks as old as you, including old marshmallow."

"I've heard 'the fluffy' but never 'marshmallow'. Anyway can you pick it?"

"It's too old. But I can probably break it. I need a strip of metal maybe two."

"There's a pile of metal around here somewhere," She hands me two strips, "they seem to have once been part of an iron maiden."

With the strip I get to work on breaking the lock, "How are you alive?" I ask as I work, "Your 'death' was very much public knowledge. Hell the north, west, and east established a new calendar, year one being your birth, called the Rain-Calendar."

"A Talyxian-Stalker by the name of Lingo is working on perfecting cloning and I was his first successful clone that still retains the memories of their previous self."

"So he took your consciousness and put it in a new body."

"Essentially."

"Well what do we have here?" says a voice. Looking up I see a guard, "Trying to break the lock are we? That lock is made from the finest copper in all of Tal."

"Just one thing, copper becomes very brittle over time," I say as I slam the door into him and his partner knocking them both out, "Grab their weapons."

"Ties," comments Rain as she notices the ropes.

"Kinky. Him and his lady friend were probably here to have a little 'fun'. Now we just find my pack."

"Why?"

"As much as I love being nude it's not too practical for crossing a desert. You know maybe we should've let them, I heard you can be as rough as you want with female Nevreans and they will love it."

"I could of gone the rest of my life knowing you like that, but now that I know I'll file that in the back of my mind. You know for future threesomes."

All that follows is a rather hilarious awkward silence as I glance at her awkwardly, "Wat?

"Your bag should be in here," she says pointing at an unguarded door, not that anything was guarded this late at night.

Sure enough by bag is right there next to the door.

"Now that you have you have your bag we can go now."

"Hold on let me check if everything's here," I say as I search my bag, "Damnit my clothes aren't here."

"We can find clothes at Lingo's let us go," she says before starting to leave only to be stopped by me grabbing her arm.

"Hold on you said 'for future threesomes' why?"

"N-nothing j-just a slip of the tongue."

"You don't come across as a s-stuttering slip-of-the tongue prone woman. Now what was that some sort of a love confession to a Sergal you just met?"

"*sigh* In prison the only thing I was able to do was try to work through my flaws, one of which is not to move so fast, but when I see a Sergal as beautiful as you in such great mood lighting that all melts down. If it weren't for you being comatose I would have mated you on several occasions. However I was tempted to figure something out when you were down, especially when your little friend decided to make itself known."

"I-I'm beautiful? What I see in a mirror is not a beautiful Sergal at all, all I see is a normal western sergal whose coat elicits the visuals of a mountain glacier. Actually considered a tad ugly on Nevrean terms."

"That's precisely the issue, you're comparing Sergal beauty with Nevrean beauty. All Nevrean males are beautiful that's what they do, however they are frail and weakly built and Nevreans like that. Yet Sergals love well built and solid guys, I should know. And that bit about fur like a glacier well I don't know about others but personally mountain glaciers top my list of natures most beautiful sculptures followed very shortly by polar glaciers."

"Didn't you say you had somewhere to go for clothes?"

"Yes follow me."

2:00 am…

After a few hours we arrive at a blank wall before Rain taps five points around a missing layer of brick work.

"Password?" asks a voice through to bricks.

"Sherbert Lemon," recites Rain.

Just as soon as she says that a door appears where the bricks once were, "Welcome Rain! I assume your escape was adequate," comments a T-Stalker.

"Yes Lingo, but it wouldn't have been possible without Ssi here."

"Well come on in you letting out the heat."

"So I assume you are the Lingo she's praised so much. You deserve to get a prize for the breakthroughs you've made."

"Glad someone appreciates my work…"