second earth
Parg, I hope you're reading this. I need you to keep this and any other journals I send you very safe. If they fell into the wrong hands, it would be disastrous.
Let me tell you that I have been training for this for a long time. I would have told you earlier, but I had to be sure I could trust you. Plus, you wouldn't have believed me.
I am on Second Earth, Pendragon's home territory. There are ten territories left. I am from a dead territory, one defeated by Saint Dane.
My territory, Risi (I was named for it), was in habited by people with wings. I have wings, too. Flying is very fun, but that's not what I have to tell you about. Second Earth is amazing!
Here, they have technologies we could only begin to imagine. They have metal horses called cars that have chairs inside of them! They also have communication devices called "cell phones" that you can talk to other people who are far away with!
Enough with that, though. My first objective was to find Second Earth's acolytes, Mark Diamond and Courtney Chetwynde. Nicely enough, they were waiting at the flume for me.
"Risi?" Mark asked.
"That would be me," I replied. I made a quick scan of my surroundings. I was in some kind of underground room, with stone walls and sacks od things lying around. There were also tools on a table of some sort, and a strange kind of slanted ladder going up. "What's wrong with her?" I asked him, gesturing towards Courtney, who was sulking in the corner.
"She can't get over that she doesn't know everything," Mark said.
"Mark," Courtney said, glaring at him. "Shut the heck up."
I could tell that she was going to be a pain.
They brought me back to Mark's home, and they said that I was a friend from "school" (whatever that is) and said I was staying overnight with him.
He explained Bobby's adventures up to his time on Eelong. Then he told me how Pendragon had just left to Zadaa. So I'm staying here for a while.
Till Next Time,
Risi
END OF JOURNAL # 1