Vote went 14-5 in favor of the reading option. Very well, let's see what all the fuss is about.
A journal from the past.
King Saras shook his head and said: "Jordian, hadn't you lied to me before on the matter I would be much more inclined to take your council on this. As things stand, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to show me those papers. Do not force me to make this an order."
Jordian stood still for a long time then, when the king's patience seemed about to run out, finally sighed deeply: "Very well. Follow me, my king."
The king took a small detail of guards with him and followed the high priest to the Temple of the Chosen. The temple guards posted there seemed to be nonplussed at seeing the king at a time no ceremony was scheduled, but didn't say anything and stood aside.
The library was a regrettably small room dug underneath the main temple. The only access was a ladder chiseled into the rock at the back of the building, dimly lit by the omnipresent lichens.
Just a handful of books survived from the earliest ages of the nation, all carefully conserved in a dry ambient, most inside stone and metal boxes to preserve them from the ravages of time.
The king left his guard on top of the stairs and followed Jordian into the low room, then to the very back of it. In a stone shelf, behind one of the metal boxes (labeled 'Ruminations on the rightful nature of the Choice and its implications , as exposed by High Priest Marin the Younger', an uninteresting title if king Saras had ever seen one), Jordian started tugging at the bare wall.
Soon a small rectangle of rock was removed to reveal a small alcove. Inside, a bundle of papers, positively ancient and kept together by a string of some unknown fabric.
The high priest carefully removed the papers from the alcove and brought them to a nearby table, untied the string and gestured for the king to sit: "Here it is. Please, my king, handle this with the utmost care. The paper is very, very old and prone to tearing. Here – he handled the king a thin, blunt metal tool – use this to turn the pages. Try not to touch them with your fingers if at all possible."
King Saras sat at the table and started reading....
First, he took a few minutes observing the condition of the manuscript, without actually reading. Many pages were faded, with even the better conserved ones mostly unreadable due to faded ink and, sometimes, crumbled parts. After that, he dug in.
(Curu's note: I will underline illegible spaces with the **** symbol. They're of varying length, a **** symbol could be a missing word or a missing paragraph. Furthermore, it's apparent alot of pages are missing.)
The first page seemed a title of a sort: 'Diary of the events following the **** Downfall, as seen by Brother Cou.. **** Julian'
'We arrived in this huge cave after some hard underground trekking. We knew it was here, but seeing it is... **** ...only a few food repl... **** .... losses, but finally here we are. We're setting up a main encampment in the northwestern parts of the cave. There is a fishable lake here, for those so inclined and, from old surveys, we know we have a very good mix of metals not too far to the northeast. It is not pleasant but it will have to do.
Eldest Miriam made a speech today, recalling the events that forced us from the surface ****'
'**** .... considering I'm basically the last remaining Novitiate, Eldest Miriam saw fit to promote me to... **** ...er Councillor. I'm of course completely undeserving of the title, but I'll have to do.
We will always honour the sacrifices of the... **** ...Archons. Their deeds will be forever remembered, their supreme and last effort in hiding us from... **** .... may they find peace.'
'Haven't opened this in a few (a lot actually) years, but I'm doing this now to leave a written record to posterity, in direct violation of the Eldest's orders. The last food replicator failed today and we're down to just ten glow-lamps. The use of those disgusting lichens for illumination is now widespread. Feels like we're back to the stone age. We're even dressing in textiles extracted from those things, weird as it sounds. As for our diet... fish, fish and more fish. Yay. The mushrooms are edible but cause cramps to the stomach, so fish it is. Anyway, enough with my musings. We have been dealt a harsh hand, but the alternative was much worse. I just wish... ****'
'**** ...time to go into more depth in what Miriam and the guys in charge decided. We'll be stuck here for a very long time. Food is scarce, all our... **** ...is gone, we still have people with the Spark but no way to teach them how to....**** ...except for... **** ... Anyway, back to this insane idea they had. Everyone or close to knows what really happened, of course. Miriam was adamant in saying that we had to forget, or the temptation to go back to the surface would be too strong. A series of myths will be taught to our children forbidding us to even try it. I have no idea how she plans to enforce it.'
'****...help me, but this is barbarism. As I thought, alot of people refused to go with the 'plan'. The smartest of them did it secretly, but Miriam is just too good with her... **** ...and they were tossed into the tunnels. Just like that. They were told they had a choice, to help with our survival or doom us to certain death some generations down the road. Miriam knows full well there's no food in those tunnels, so it was a death penalty. Damnit, I thought that kind of crap belonged to our ancient past. Now we're back to it.'
'Miriam left today with... **** ...tried to talk her out of it but she was adamant. It'll be centuries at best before we can risk going back to the surface, probably much longer. I'm not sure her decree is the best solution, but... **** ...hid the exit to the surface using her powers. Would be hard enough getting out through that labyrinth even without it. She ordered that any record we brought with us, any tool is destroyed. Those few things we can't destroy she took with her to the western caves, for 'safekeeping' she said.'
'****... left with the final items reminding us of our old life. She left me in charge, as long lived as we are we're the only one left who know the truth first-hand. This time, she never came back. May our descendants forgive us.'
'****... found a young boy manifesting the Spark with a strength I haven't seen before. I can't teach him, but at least I can make sure he won't die because of it. I decided to take him under my wing and teach him all I can, to prepare him for government. He's a good lad, he'll... ****'
The handwriting from the following part is from the same hand, but different. It's shaky, as if the writer couldn't fully control his movements.
'****... so, so old. I'm tired of it all. Eldest Miriam was much, much more powerful than me, maybe she's still alive, down wherever she went. I will die soon. I need to talk to her one last time, to make her reconsider. I'm leaving tomorrow for the western tunnels. In case I don't come back, Saul is a grown man, able and willing to take the burden of leadership from my shoulders. I will leave my diary with him, so at least he knows what happened.'
There is a last page. The writing on it is from a completely different hand, with a brisk style of writing and strong lines, almost as if he was trying to carve the letters on the paper.
'****... Eldest Julian, my mentor, has been gone for months. I have no hope to see him alive. I have read the journal and must concur with Eldest Miriam's conclusions. I have never known her, but it's obvious she was a woman of great wisdom and strength of character. What she brought with her must never be uncovered. Nobody but me knows the truth. I will hide this journal, to be shown to my successor when the time is ripe, if I will deem it necessary. The populace at large has elected a king. To counterbalance his influence, I have been working towards founding a religion. My mentor always spoke of religion as the strongest influence over men's souls. Food is running extremely low. We'll soon be forced to make hard choices.'
'****.... and was named high priest. Of a religion based on death. It's horrible, but necessary. My first decree is to name the western tunnels as forbidden ground. Whatever Eldest Miriam brought with her must never be recovered. This will be the final entry in this journal. May our children forgive us.'
King Saras took several hours. The pages were faded, even where legible it was hard at the light of lichens. The language was different than that from the religious texts, much more informal. It indeed bore striking similarities to the scrap of paper found in the eastern caves.
He finished and wrapped the bundle again with its string, silently handling it back to Jordian.
There would be much to consider.
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