I have called this age Channelwood and it is a very different world.
Though it is exactly how i imagined it, it is still amazing to see it with
my own eyes. Water covers this age as far as I can see except for a small
rocky island. Elsewhere, there are only trees, which grows directly out
of the water. A myriad of thin wooden passageways are built just above
the water and disappear into the forest. I assume they were built some
time ago for the appear to be aged. I am eager to discover more about this
land and it's people, but I have arrived here late and I must rest.
I was awakened this morning by strange noises coming from the pathway adjacent to the one on which I had slept. I saw a group of monkey-like people heading in my direction. They had not seem me yet I did not feel threatened by their presence.
Their response to me was one I would have never expected. After staring at me for a short time, they fell on their knees and begand what appeared to be some sort of ceremonial worship. I tried to speak to them, but the did not understand my language. Instead, they indicated through enthusiastic hand motions that I was to follow them.
As we walked, I began to notice that the waters below us were changing colors. Slowly, subtly, they would change from deep blue to muddy orange. Then from muddy orange to beautifully clear. I was so intrigued by the water I had hardly noticed that we had arrived at a ladder.
Climbing the ladder led us to their village which is about ten meters above the water and can only be reached by rope ladders that stretch from the lower paths to the village level approximately have way up the grand trees. It is very interesting watching these people carry out their daily tasks. Even after watching them for hours, I did not understand exactly what they were doing.
At sunset they motioned for me to follow them. I followed the creatures to the doorway of an enormous hut. Strangely, once inside, I found that the hut appeared larger than it had first had from outside. The walls were garnished with bright metals and in the center of the hut sat the leader of these people.
At least he appeared to be their leaders for he sat a meter off the floor in a thick throne Guards surrounded the strong creature who was dressed in many exotic, colorful fabrics.
Next to the leader sat a very old human, at least to some extent he
appears human. His hair, which was grey, almost white, and hung very long
around his frail body. His thin head hung limply by an almost grotesque
neck that could not hold it's head up to look at me. But what a surprise,
this creature could speak my language. Shortly thereafter I was bid with
some hand motions that looked to be telling me to go to sleep. I look forward
to learning more.
As I suspected, the ancient creature is a human. But he is old beyond his own reckoning, and seems almost insane. However, the tree-dwellers almost revere him as a god. They are treating me now in the same fashion, which make me feel every uncomfortable.
It is almost impossible to understand this old man. His voice is feeble
but wild. He has adopted much of the language of the tree-dwellers. He
himself told me the history of this place. The following is my best "translation"
of what he has told me.
Many years ago the humans and tree-dwellers lived together in this place, which was then a vast island. They interacted very little; the humans dwelt on the ground and the tree-dwellers lived high above the humans.This is the story the old man communicated to me, although many details are very unclear in my mind. I am especially confused as how the humans saved the island from completely sinking. In fact I doubt the accuracy of that part of the story; the island must have stopped on it's own. Yet, the old man believes in the truth of the story as if he had been there. And the tree-dwellers worship him, and apparently all humans as if
Occationally the island was disturbed by mysterious rumblings which happened randomly (some sort of techtonic or volcanic action, I suspect). The sometimes slight, sometimes heavy tremors would only last a short time. Then they sould stop, allowing everything to return to normal.
One day things changed. The rumblings begand and grew quickly to unprecedented levels. Soon it became apparent that the entire island was sinking slowly into the ocean around them. Many of the humans died on that day, but not before sacrificing themselves in order to stop the sinking of this island. The humans who lived through this catastrophe moved into the trees where they gradually died out, maybe because they were unequiped for such an environment, but I am not sure.
The old man ended our conversation today with an event which I'll never forget. He began gripping my hands tightly, murmuring somehitn about "rest" and "asleep". He then said, "We expected you to come sooner." These actions filled me with a sort of immediate dread. With much effort, he stood to his feet. I tried to help but he pushed me away with more force than I imagined his frail body contained. The tree-dwellers quietly surrouned him with very solemn faces. They then kneeled before him. He walked to each and placed his hand on their heads. All the while, he murmured words which I did not understand. Finally, he turned to me and smiled. Then he closed his eyes, and walked out the door and off the narrow path high in the trees. The tree-dwellers were silent. They began a procession down the nearest ladder. As I was decending I saw several of them pick up the body (he had fallen onto a lower level walkway) and carried it away. He was lain down at hte dead-end of a short pier-like structure. With the use of some potions one of the creatures lit the pier on fire and I watched the flames engulf him.
As this strange "funeral" proceeded, the waters around the peir changed
to dull green.
This morning I awoke, finding it had to even believe the previous evenings events. The water is a dull green for as far as I can see now. For some reason, the water no longer shifts color.
As I wander throughout the pathways, the creatures watch me, curious
to see what I will do next. They are constantly offereing me strange objects
of affection. I even found food outside the doorway to the room in which
I slept. This is a unique race of beings. I hope to learn their language
soon so that I may learn more from them.
I have lived on this world for three months off
and on, and the tree-dwellers have shown great hospitality. I am even beginning
to learn bits of their language. I have decided to return home for an extended
stay with my loving wife and my sons, and hopefully return with them. However,
I am sure Catherine wil once again refuse. I think this age would be a
wonderful experiece for them all, and I at least look forward to how Sirrus
and Achenar will react to it's curious inhabitants.
Catherine is staying behind, as expected. My sons
have returned with me and they enjoy this age very much. They get along
very well with the tree-dwellers and are picking up their language surprisingly
fast. I have no doubt that it will be not too long until they can speak
with the tree-dwellers better than myself.
I am leaving tomorrow to check on Osmoian Age. Sirrus has suggested that I allow him and his brother to stay. Though the idea unsettles me, I know the boys are growing up rapidly. The hospitality of these creatures is such that I could think of no better place to leave them alone for a short while, so I will consent to their request.
I warned the boys not to take advantage of the
respect the tree-dwellers have for their ideas. The seem to understand
my warning, and I have faith that they will follow it.
Much to my dismay, upon returning to Everdunes I fear that Pran and
her people are continuing to be manaced by the Chochtic. I fear for their
survival and plan on returning to her shortly after checking on Sirrus
and Achenar here. (see Everdunes journal for more information) After watching
Sirrus and Achenar I see they are handling things weel and I think I can
put to rest any fears about leaving them in Channelwood again, and for
a little longer.
The tree-dwellers seem slightly distressed that
I am leaving but are happy that Sirrus and Achenar are staying behind again.
I have been gone over three days and have been
to many different places. I had to tell Sirrus and Achenar about Pran's
death today, and they visably shaken, althoug they only remembered her
from their childhood. Catherine has suggested that it would be wise for
Sirrus and Achenar to leave Channelwood for a while, and I have to agree.
They will be returning with me when I leave again.
I have told my sons that they will be leaving with me in two days. They spent the entire night telling me of an adventure they experienced in my absence and it was rather remarkable. It seems they constructed a boat with the creatures and traveled some ways out into the surrounding waters. I enjoy hearing them talk excitedly of their adventures and am reminded of my own adventures as a child.
I finally understand why the tree-dwellers have
been giving me their many inks and insisting that I write with them. Looking
through some of my past entires I see now that the inks have changed from
the black I thought they were, to various different colours, I have shown
some to the creatures my journal and they laughed and howled. I did not
know they had such a sense of humor. Even now as I look through this very
"colorful" journal, I can not help but laugh myself.
We will be returning tomorrow, so my sons are
with the creatures for the last night here. They have told me they would
like to come to Channelwood again, and also asked if they can visit some
other ages alone. Though I will have to think over their request, I believe
they have proven to me that they are trust worthy and responsible. Catherine
will also have to help me decide whether they are ready for travel alone.
For now I must give my farewells to the creatures for I do not know hoe
long it will be until I visit this age again.
This journal is taken from Myst. I did not write
it and if I am asked to take it down, it's coming down.