AN: As said in the previous chapter, this one is filled with spoilers regarding later events of the story. Located with the book Serena found in the library, this text reveals the Divine Spark locations, and the fate of Amurdad. Some rather...grisly details are present, so be warned. Rest assured, the other Extra Materials will not take such a dark tone.
Extra Chapter 2: The Forgotten Town
An extract from 'Tales of Motus Island', 1713
This is a peculiar fantasy tale fabricated by the hallucinogetic ramblings of a malnourished, penniless writer. Ever since the discovery of this tale, a few obsessive scholars have attempted to verify the truth behind what this man speaks of. While some of the incidents do have real parallels, many of the details have been exaggerated. Therefore, we implore our readers to regard this Tale as pure imagination, and not historical canon.
It has been one full cycle of the seasons since we purged our glorious island of the disgusting town straight from the underworld, a land of sin and depravity. Even just remembering that foul place makes me sick to my stomach, let alone all that has happened since. When I was there, I saw them peforming inhuman witchcraft dances. I had no idea what they were doing at the time, but my friend Joseph told me they were trying to awaken some sort of devil inside their black hearts. If every single one of them pullled it off, the planet would suffer total chaos, unable to control it's destructive nature. Every single inhabitant was a twisted being, with no right to deem themselves a human being. Their bizarre, ungodly clothes, their way of speaking, all of it was an affront to the human species.
That is why I was glad to partake in the destruction of Amurdad.
The idea that we could erase it from the annals of time, and prevent their malice from spreading all over Mother Earth, tempted me too much for me to ignore. So I gladly took up my weapon and aided my friends. I can't even remember how many I killed, but I even cut off the head of a child, stabbed an elderly man to death, and drowned a woman carrying a child. It may sound cruel to you, whoever is reading this, but I had no regrets back then. In my head, I convinced myself killing that woman would prevent the birth of any more monsters. The despicable leader, Nihane Kronos, I could not find. Yet, his home was burnt to the ground, and I heard no record of his escape. He would have succumbed to our righteous act of justice no matter what he did.
Yet in death, they still plague us. They arrange that brutal, horrific tragedy that struck our holy Catehdral. The brotherhood of priests who worked there were kind, glorious men who put every iota of their energy into upholding the glory of our city. Alas, they met a grisly end. I was there when they were first found by the nuns - their bodies were in pieces. I saw heads cut open, torsos ripped apart, and their blood was everywhere. I have no idea what became of the Cathedral after that - entrance was blocked, and while rumours spread, my acquintances deem it an urban legend. Yet, I'm sure of the truth. Nihane Kronos may be in hell, but he still had the power to slaughter those poor priests. Even now, I'm sure he hungers for vengeance.
Nihane was the man behind that other calamity in Legarte. The Naval Base there was known for fostering true bonds between the soldiers, as if they were kin. They would gladly have died for their comrades. Yet after Amurdad fell, the soldiers started to lose their grip on reality. They began arguing with each other, slowly forgetting their brotherly love. They also refused to leave their base, having even lost their pride in protecting the harbour. Finally, the soldiers grabbed their weapons and tore each other to pieces. Not a single man survived - each one of them was out for blood. It was as bad as the cathedral, if not worse. After it happened, a massive riot broke out on the streets of Legarte. Everyone was blaming each other for what happened to the base, and quite a few lives were lost in the fighting. I nearly became one of the victims, but I managed to get away from those crowds.
After hearing about that catastrophe, I went to Takanawa. I didn't speak any of their languages, but I hoped it would be safe to reside within - until the castle was destroyed! That evil King they spoke of, he fancied becoming the first King of Motus Island! Ridiculous, I know! Even so, everyone at the castle turned on him. Friends who had stuck by him during his childhood heartlessly betrayed him! The entire castle got ransacked, and -good lord! Kronos, what demons have you wrought?
Even worse, at least to me, was the sorry incident in Nova Albion. The Donatella Family were such greedy, arrogant scumsuckers. They constantly bickered with the Albion Family, in blatant attempts to wrestle control of the town. Their son, Olivier, spat on me for having a speck of dirt on my clothes. I have never seen such rudeness before in my years as a vagabond. Even so, they didn't deserve their fate. They were discovered by their servants one morning - slaughtered! The animals entrails staining the imported carpets. The children, skulls cracked open. The eldery, bisected! Who could even think to sink to such depravity?!
That brings me to the tragedy of Saragel. A lovelier coastal town I never did see, but that mayor was a spineless coward who didn't want to join us! His son, and my former friend, aided me in burning down Amurdad's abominable medical centre, filled with all sorts of ungodly cures. His son was a good man, or so I thought. It turns out his father didn't like what he did, and had a few harsh words to say to him. So his son becomes insane, and commits patricide with a rusty harpoon! Then he tried to make himself the mayor - but he was a hopeless leader. He ordered the death of anyone who crossed him!
Then his wife - the woman I once loved - decides she can't let him do what he wants anymore. She shoves him off a cliff, and then she runs away, never to be seen again. Amurdad has robbed me even of Harriet. Lord knows what will happen to this island now - but this is not the end, I can tell you that!
If I stay here, Nihane Kronos will have my blood. I claimed the lives of his people, and now he seeks to wipe us all off the face of the earth, with his cruel dark magic. Once I make a fortune selling my book, I will take the first boat I can off this place. I truly wish I could stay. Yet, that evil man will not rest until the entire world feels his wrath. I won't let him find me. I'll find somewhere else to go. To anyone who finds this, please, do not make our mistake again. Do not destroy any town like Amurdad…in death, they become the weapon they wished they could be in life!
Eugene Dwight, Eternal Traveller
