Halla: The Beginning
K. Artor
Journal One
My name is Shaalakaia (For those of other territories,it is pronounced SHA-ah-la-kye-ah) , more frequently refered to as Kaia. If you are reading this, I am forever thankful, for this may one day be the only account of the wonders that I will encounter and the events of my life.
I am of Zadaa, of the Batu. I am also one of the greatest of our warriors, eaerning me the duty of being part of the royal gaurd, who are always there, yet never seen until it is too late. I am also a great friend of the royal house. I have known Prince Kiniaiian (kin-eye-ee-ahn) a Zinj, since childhood. His sister, Maangiliaka (ma-ahn-gee-ill-lee-ack-ah) a Zinj is also a great friend of mine.
For the main recipient of ths journal, my dearest friend, I truly must apologize. I truly am sorry, for I guess that it is only my own curiousity that has gotten me into this mess. Inia, I wish that you could see this strange place that I have found myself in. They call this world Cloral, and the man responsible for me being here is called Uther Aurelianus. He dresses funny and his speech is tinted with an odd accent that is annoying, like a sand bug in our bedding. He says that he is from a place called Earth, Second Earth to be precise. (What is the imporatnce, I wonder. Maybe there is more than one.)
Yes, Inia, I was exploring the caves again. Its a habit that I cannot break, and it is not like the Rokador truly care. Just as long as I leave everything in perfect condition, do not annoy the public officials, and leave their machinary alone, they let me explore as much as I want. I was just lloking around in a new batch of tunnels that I had found, when I spotted an oddity. There was a recession in the wall, shaped like a narrow door, and, centered int the recession, just at eye level, was a five pointed star.
I pressed on the recessed section, and it moved, truly it did, Inia. And just beyond was a ledge, with footholds as I soon discovered. I sliped down, and carefully surveyed the room. there was this odd little 'tunnel' if you could call it that. And, laying face down in front of it, as if he had just fainted, was a man.