Parg stared at the white parchment in disbelief. Futuristic technology, other dimensions, and magic were not what he was used to. He was a simple farm boy on Dendruon. That was all he ever knew. And when Rose gave him that ring one day, he thought it was a very special thirteenth birthday present.
Until one day, when he was bringing the last of the day's harvest of corn in, it started to grow.
Music started to play, the most beautiful music Parg had ever heard. Lights flashed, and out came a few pieces of strange white and blue parchment. On it was writing in blue ink. In Risi's handwriting.
But it was all so strange. Nothing like this had ever happened on Dendruon before, and it scared Parg. To find out more, Parg decided to ask the former traveler of Risi: Arsi.
Arsi had come after the shutdown of the mines, but two years before Parg was born. Parg's father became close friends with Arsi very quickly and he and Risi spent much time together as a result.
Parg was about to leave when his ring twitched. He hurriedly took it off and threw it on the floor. And a journal came through. Parg picked it up and started reading.