Before arriving in this age, I was determined that it would be a journey to a world very different from my previous adventures, and it was.
The sky here is dark and gray and incessantly displays flashes of lightning in the distance. I met a very old man with a long beard and hair that hangs to his waist. He is very feeble and has trouble even moving. This man has obviously been through many things in this strange world, and I have learned many things from him.
He has told me an interesting story of this world's history. Years ago, he told me, there was a beautiful city that rose up out of the water. It housed many people inside its walls, and the people had everything they wished for. The city was surrounded by three high hills which rose higher than the city.
On the east hill of the city rested a large lookout post. The people of the city had constructed the post expecting visitors to arrive from the east. The people had no means of travelling on the water, which forced them to merely wait for friend or foe.
As time passed, friendly visitors brought rumors of an enemy that existed beyond the horizon. The people grew fearful, yet nothing happened. One day the usually sunny sky became as dark as night, and black ships appeared on the horizon. The lookout post's attempts at peace were turned away, and the sentries there were easily overwhelmed. The ships continued to wreak havoc on the city, apparently destroying everyone and everything. After the foundations of the city were destroyed, the city sank deep into the ocean and only the lookout post remained. The black ships sailed away.
The man continued to say that eight people had hidden and managed to survive through the attack. In the nine years since the attack, two of the survivors had died. He also said that it was rumored that ten years from the attack the enemy would return to finish the destruction they had started so long ago.
I have decided, since hearing the man's story, it would be admirable
to save this civilization and stop this enemy's plan of destruction. I
am excited about the adventure that awaits me and an idea has sparked in
my mind to provide the needed defense for these people.
I met the remaining survivors today and I have begun work on a plan
After a short absence, I have returned to this age with my two sons.
They have, as of yet, travelled rarely with me and they are understandably
excited to be here. They have grown considerably since Everdunes and it
is already obvious to me that they will be a great help this time, instead
of the nuisance they have been in the past. All three of us, along with
four of the healthier
survivors, began construction today. We are building upon the old city's ruins which will provide a perfect foundation for our fortress.
My sons have been spending much of their spare time on the south island,
where most of my materials are stored. I am very pleased with their intelligence
and their creativity is refreshing to see, as they work on some small projects
of their own.
It has been over four months ago and construction is going well. My
sons love the world except for its gray sky. They detest the gray sky and
tell me many times they wish the sky here were like the blue sky in Myst.
The old man I first talked to tells me that the enemy is due in four
months. I feel we will be ready when the time comes. The man reminds me
of Emmitt in many ways and I often wonder how Emmitt and his people are
It has been six months of work, and we have finally finished the fortress. It rests between the three hills which are now only islands due to a rising water level that the people experienced after the attack.
Inside the fortress I have designed a most intriguing device; it makes
use of a technology called holography I began experimenting with on my
visits to Aspermere. It will be working in a couple of days after I compensate
for some small miscalculations. This holographic device will enable the
survivors to learn to use the fortress.
The enemy is due to come soon, and I trust the fortress will provide
sufficient protection for all of us.
The black ships have come. Their attack was substantial. Their weapons
have been stopped and it appears they have turned away in defeat.
I could not help but smile as I watched the boats leave.
Last night we had a small celebration and the old survivors danced their dances of old. My sons did not understand why the sky had not turned back to its original blue. The old man told them that the storms would never end until the enemy was destroyed. I assured my sons that a blue sky was not worth the risk of death and they seemed to hear me.
I have had a healthy adventure and have begun work on a new book. Once
again, I must leave a familiar age in search of a new universe I have begun.
But first, I will have an extended time with Catherine whom I miss very
much. I must also return to the people of the Tide. I believe in my travels
I have found a substance that will ease the pain of their bone ailments
have long endured. I hope to return to Mechanical Age one day and find the population growing and my fortress still strong. Though the sky may be always black,I am confident the people here feel a heavier darkness has been lifted from their shoulders.
This journal is taken from Myst. I did not write it
and if I am asked to take it down, it's coming down.
Special thanks to David Grant for helping me out by typing this journal up for me and saving me the trouble!