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May 1, 1601
I have climbed down into the untouched heaven. The sun was too hot for my back so I am now seated under a young, tender, green oak tree. It is a small valley with rich thick grass and scattered patches of gorgeous, colorful wildflowers. It is exactly how I imagined the Elysium Fields as a boy. All I need now is a horse for everything to be complete. The air is clean and fresh, this place is untouched by time, and the dirty, rocky mountains surrounding it keep it hidden. Anyone could love it here, even if there is no food.
There is a lake in the middle of the valley, a perfect oval shape of clear sparkling water reflecting the golden rays of the sun. I'm sounding just like a poet! It is very inviting, if only I knew how to swim.
It is now noonday and here is where I have decided to leave this hideous, reeking world. The ink for my quill is almost gone, so now is perfect. This is the last time I will write in this personal book because I now have a better idea. I know that as I dive into the beautiful lake it will be peaceful. Anyone who comes here can read and claim this personal book of Lonan Aurekson, it will stay here for right now and I will join a world unknown to most. I will gladly turn away from here unlamented by anyone. But I am not sad to leave this valley, for it is not part of this world, nor is it apart of the unknown one. It is only a doorway from one to another. But I will have to go to come back; the water will just be the door that experts have been searching for years. It is the sacred door into Elysium, this valley, but one thing will be changed when I return. This valley will have people in it. I am leaving to join my father and my grandparents and the rest of the brave soldiers who ever lived.
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