ENTRY 2,

JOURNAL 1,

DRAKE

They were nice to me, letting me go in and out of the hideout. I caught food for all of us, since there were only seven other people in the whole cave. I became good friends with one of them. His name was Rya. He was helping out with Robin's latest 'scheme'. I heard the strangest motto of this whole gang: "steal from the rich, give to the poor". Why don't they just keep it all? I would. . . but im apart of all of this so I do what they do.

Anyways. . . the 'scheme' was that a human from the future would somehow receive a key to a portal, to the present time, the Dark Ages. I didn't know much about the plan, but what I did know, was that Dr. Frenkenstrain (creature of frenkenstrain) would be providing the technology needed. The key to the portal would be a simple box, smithed from the finest silver mined straight from the gnomen Grand Tree. Rya was helping Dr. Frenkenstrain set up the portal, to throw the box into.

"The time has come," Dr. Frenkenstrain's voice echoed throughout his castle. There was a storm brewing, with lightning strikes from afar. . . to get the machine starting. When the storm got to the castle, the friction in the air started up the machine. The lightning rod was struck and the machine got a pretty good boost. Dr. Frenkenstrain signaled for everyone to get back and he threw the box through the portal. "Now only time can tell what happens. . ." Dr. Frenkenstrain added.

The next few days were long and boring. Waiting for a fifteen year old to come through a portal was tiresome and thirsty business. Day after day, I would get up at dawn, sit next to the empty portal, and wait. Finally I decided to take a walk. I used the magic air-lock to get out and went towards Varrock. A bright white light flashed, and a boy appeared. He looked foreign. . . wait a minute, foreign?

A goblin came out of nowhere, I drew my bow as fast as I could and shot it with at least four arrows. "You ok?" I asked him.

"I. . . I think so," was all he managed to say.