Chapter 2 begins on the Olzhiryan continent. Thanks for all the support, and I hope you all keep reading. The original topic may be found
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The following has been transcribed from the walls, floor, and ceiling of an Olzhiryan torture cell. The original, written in the writer's blood, may still be found (repaired) on display in Lower Jeuno.
Day 47:
Why won't the voices STOP please help me help me OH GOD HELP IM DYING THEYRE KILLING ME oh god save me SAVE ME this is all i have left please don't let them see this oh god when they see the cut what will they say oh my GOD DAMNIT HELP everytime i move too much the slash opens up oh my god oh my god its going black again i have to keep
Day 48:
They let Marz and Cai see me and Marz started crying. They said that if I would only comply that they would let me free. Or, if I died. They've been torturing me nonstop, trying to figure out what role I played in kidnapping a Mithran official's daughter and where it was hidden. I have no idea what they want.
All I know is that if I do not get help soon, I will die here while my country burns. I don't know how much longer I can hold onto my sanity; they keep forcing a strange liquid down my throat that induces extreme pain and now I've got slashes all across my body. They couldn't get a particular spearhead out of me, but I managed to pull it out of my gut and am hiding it. That's what I keep writing with. I think I should be dead.
It's cold, and the salt water that comes with the extreme winds through the bad ceiling burns. I hope it doesn't wash this away. I hope someone rescues me. I hope the Runt is okay.
Day 49:
My execution date is tomorrow at dawn. There was a slight complication in the torture chamber this morning involving. You see, they decided to see how long I'd last before I crack with three spider eating away at me.
I remember one of them slit up my entire body and before I knew it, despite being tattered and torn to shreds, I had ripped its jaw off and began to slash away at the other two spiders. I almost killed the Galkan tortured that tried to subdue me. Almost. He slammed me back in here and let me bleed half to death.
They're just too damn big.
This is my last meal, they say. They actually cooked me a real crab dinner. I'll find a way out of this mess.
This spear head is going to come in handy. I can tell already. What the Galka never realized was that I managed to get a hold of something in that room; a small container of the pain inducing liquid. I sense that tomorrow is going to be fun.
I hope I live through it. If not, just know that I had nothing to do with this; I just want to get out of here.
Day 50 - 2am:
I sensed it before I heard the commotion. The Galka has passed away. It seems part of the jaw that I lodged into his gut wasn't able to be extracted.
I can hear him whispering in my ears, he's telling me he's sorry it had to be this way. I tell him I'm sorry that he's stuck with me for a while, but that he can sleep until I need him.
