Mavin thought that the ripped pieces of the journal were hastily ripped. They were not extracted. The rest of his entry was mundane, almost like they were nothing more than his daily life.
15th of Septem, Year 1950.
The war against the demikin humanoids has gone to an unprecedented scale. With the young lady abling the desires of Natalya, the war would soon turn into a one-sided genocide.
Just as I suspected. Perhaps, she and Lady Mildred, and plausibly her, have been part of the Pact. Not that I choose to do anything. They played me like a fool, and in a way after what happened in Egneia, I couldn’t do anything more.
Mavin flipped to the next page, “He barely writes anything anymore,” he observed.
3rd of Mars, Year 1952.
Operation Sunfall started. The rest of the hounds that didn’t defect had launched an unprecedented attack on the heart of the demikins. The holocaust burned most of the demikin coastlines.
18th of Maia, Year 1954.
The transcontinental railway was finished by the Webman Company. I saw Lady Elea and Elna on the railway. I am confused about what Natalya wants. Does she want chaos or does she intend to fight that half-exiled?
“Looks like from here on and out, he’s only penning the ones he truly deemed important,” Mavin thought.
13th of Octo, Year 1956.
The development of technology fascinates me. Many of these devices, though inferior to our technology, are beautiful to look at. The young master had been able to see through this, which makes me ponder on what he had truly seen that night on the hill.
22nd of Novem, Year 1956.
It was recently discovered that the object outside of our planet had an atmosphere. It was a smaller world, and one not far from us. Orbiting safely, though half of its world is barren, the rest filled with life and waters.
Though Ike and Martina had been distant to the affairs. They were willing to send the satellite that we made to be our eye in the sky. Some of its technology is fifty years away from the currency, and it has been reinforced and made with the best of materials. Our funds have started to become lesser. The helicarrier they made was halfway done, and by 1974, it should be done...just in time for his awakening.
5th of Janus, Year 1958.
The Magi had revealed some of themselves, without fear of consequences. They intend to wake one of the half-exiled ones that are living in the Coast of Champier. It should take seven years before that awakening. I had told my Hounds this, and told them that I’ll be facing the half-exiled one.
The being was only slightly all-powerful from what the young master fought. Nonetheless, I was probably going to risk it all. I hope that one of my hounds could take over. Although we have a longer lifespan, it doesn’t mean our youth could be retained. We did not have the boons that young master had, which complimented all the other boons he had. I do recall that there are boons in Holmia, but even then they would only appear during the specific time. There are changes in what the young master had said, but I believe that it was still fine. I should create that suit of armor, hoping it could at least shield me from the half-exiled one.
7th of Decem, Year 1960.
The Angelus Company has been powerful lately. Lady Elea believes that I should take the time to consider. She’s one of them...but I can’t do it. I cannot do it at all.
20th of Juli, Year 1962.
The first rocket heading to the foreign moon had been sent by the Holmian government. The world cheered at the sight of this marvel of engineering. The person that should have died, like all of my hounds, the last of my hounds, had been found.
I held ‘Gaul Stacker’ in my hands. I confessed that seeing the young orphan placed in the grates of the sewer, I was maddened by grief. My tear ducts shed uncontrollably, and I could do nothing but pity.
In all of my years of fighting. I had been looking for some sort of light. That could guide me from all of this. I wished that I could be more than this, and when I found him, and saw how the little child was near drowning. I was glad. So glad that I found the baby that my young master told he would be.
Gaul Stacker, I shall let him keep his name for that is his treasure. I recalled the day where I was saved as well. This stony looking boy who offered his hand to some orphan, promising that he will be better than this. We young boys and girls who had been nothing, abandoned, fated to be lackeys to some greater evil, corrupted, and yet the young master chose us.
To become his hounds. To be his protectors against those who would dare to hasten Lazon’s demise. I failed in fighting for Lazon. I wasn’t all-knowing, and I didn’t have the visions that made the young master find us.
The years had not been easy. Our age has become a toil and only through such things that I could continue living on. Gaul’s appearance saved me, and because of this I had chosen to believe in hope. I must persist since I started this journey, I am, but a servant saved by his master. Though I will give the child the choice, whether he wants to serve the young master or not depends on him. He shall be the last and the best of my hounds.
I could not take care of the child, and had decided to hire Kisha. She has a sweet and professional disposition, and her companionship has been wonderful. Despite my growing years, I still need to fight on, and continue through. I must help in any way I can.
Mavin looked at Gaul who was happily chatting with Wendy Otto. He then turned his eyes back to the pages.
20th of Decem, Year 1965.
Gaul had grown up well. Kisha was fond of the little one, but she still allowed him to be trained into a perfect recipient of the formula that would at least stabilize him into peak human condition.
Logain visited me in my home in Champier where he brought a little gear that the young master wanted. My friend had started showing whites on his hair, and he handed me the little lady as instructed.
She was old enough to attend school so I had her and Gaul sent to the Holmian Academies to be taught. Kisha and I would take time to nurture the two, and they were outstanding.
If I don’t survive, then Kisha would know what to do with them. Ike and Martina had abandoned their project, and a few of my hounds are willing to come with me to fight this exiled one. Though inferior to what the young master fought, it was still a force to be reckoned with.
10th of Janus, Year 1966.
The battle caused only five of my hound’s to remain alive. The remaining ones barely survived, and if it wasn’t for the timely rescue by the forces of Lazon. I was sure that it would have been an end for us.
Ike and Martina were alive, and Logain was able to use his connections to keep the monster pinned down while I struck the dagger on the neck of the half-exiled one. Though we have the magiborne, the half-exiled one slaughtered us so easily.
As much as I hate to admit it, the Sisters of the Pact were helpful in preventing the half-exiled one from moving too much. Most of my armored exoskeleton had been destroyed, and the last of the black iron would have to be melted to make a sword for the young master, or reinforce the older one.
The right arm that I was using seems to be doing fine. Prosthetics have been improved throughout the years, and though I have lost all my muscle memory, and that they aren’t as strong as my previous arm. It would do. I doubt that I could fight with a missing lug, and a half
I spent time with the two children who I had adopted. Ike and Martina warned me that because of the damage in my internal organs, I wouldn’t be able to fight as hard as I used to be. A small price that I have to pay to win.
Just long enough at least. Still, I had talked to Logain and the rest of the surviving hounds about the matter regarding the future. We are...discussing what these matters were and we had unanimously agreed that it must be done. Ike and Martina had agreed, and I doubt anyone would take a risk like this again. But if we are to perish the threat, then sacrifices are to be made.
15th of Janus, Year 1970
Mavin frowned upon reading that date. “Another long gap,” Mavin could only shake his head. What can he do? He wasn’t around and not even Aunger would write all of his thoughts or possibly he had been busy enough that he couldn’t find the time to do it. He read the page.
The world has changed so much. Though we had done that vile thing. I understand that it was something that the young master would be proud of. He might think that it’s fine if we leave it alone for now, but I disagree. It needs to be done, and in a way he would agree.
But every time I look at Gaul and Stefanie. My heart aches at the thought of those that we had dealt with. Nonetheless, I must persevere if it means being evil itself. My body grew weaker, and because of the wounds that I had sustained in the past years, I had grown older terribly, evidently, because my regeneration factor couldn’t keep up.
I was surprised by the progress of technology. Ike and Martina said that it wouldn’t take long until the project was completed. Although it would take another four years until the checkup and testing would be over.
Lady Elna, Elea, and Natalya had ‘died’ and their ‘young ones’ had replaced them. A funeral was held for Natalya, but I didn’t go. Logain had decided to take it easy, and let the young generation take the stage; he plans to retire on Sahus alongside the Missus.
It is strange seeing them silvered-haired and wrinkled. Though they are still not as old as they should be, it is not pleasing to the eyes seeing them like that. Then again, who am I to complain? I have become wrinkled, and my wounds have caused me to be weaker than an athlete.
14th of Septem, Year 1976
The young master has awoken. He has no memories. He was young, carefree, and though not as strong as he used to be because even so he was still healing. His boons took about fifty years to wake him up. Just as he thought it would, though his memories will make things troublesome for me.
I am pained by his current state. Nonetheless, I could give him the name Alden, as he said so years ago. Though if he had been awakened with memories intact, perhaps I might have been able to ask him a question.
Young master, have I done well in my serve?
But with how things are, it would take years for him to recover his memories, and I had to send him away to get the boons he needed to truly complete him. The hounds have spent many resources for this secrecy, and our old enemies are not going to relent until the day they find me dead. I plan to send my daughter and son away, and they shall be operating within Holmia. If the young master awakens, he shall be reading this. I hope that he would care for them not as servants, but the only family he has left in this world...that’s all I asked of him. Nonetheless, young master, who might be reading this. I had rid of all the enemies you had planned to kill, in exchange for my very life, in hopes that you can be free from your self-imposed mission once you are truly awakened. Other than Kismet’s Tale, you have nothing to worry about. I made sure that the hounds loyal to you would have taken care of them. All of them so you would have nothing.
This is my gift, and my spite.
So I would like to ask you, Mavin Tomas, my friend, benefactor, and my savior. Did I do good? Have I done my part well?
Mavin looked at those words and nodded bitterly. “Yes, you did, Aunger. Yes you did. I am defeated by you, my friend. You bastard.”
karsev Thank for those who are reading!
Mavin thought that the ripped pieces of the journal were hastily ripped. They were not extracted. The rest of his entry was mundane, almost like they were nothing more than his daily life.
15th of Septem, Year 1950.
The war against the demikin humanoids has gone to an unprecedented scale. With the young lady abling the desires of Natalya, the war would soon turn into a one-sided genocide.
Just as I suspected. Perhaps, she and Lady Mildred, and plausibly her, have been part of the Pact. Not that I choose to do anything. They played me like a fool, and in a way after what happened in Egneia, I couldn’t do anything more.
Mavin flipped to the next page, “He barely writes anything anymore,” he observed.
3rd of Mars, Year 1952.
Operation Sunfall started. The rest of the hounds that didn’t defect had launched an unprecedented attack on the heart of the demikins. The holocaust burned most of the demikin coastlines.
18th of Maia, Year 1954.
The transcontinental railway was finished by the Webman Company. I saw Lady Elea and Elna on the railway. I am confused about what Natalya wants. Does she want chaos or does she intend to fight that half-exiled?
“Looks like from here on and out, he’s only penning the ones he truly deemed important,” Mavin thought.
13th of Octo, Year 1956.
The development of technology fascinates me. Many of these devices, though inferior to our technology, are beautiful to look at. The young master had been able to see through this, which makes me ponder on what he had truly seen that night on the hill.
22nd of Novem, Year 1956.
It was recently discovered that the object outside of our planet had an atmosphere. It was a smaller world, and one not far from us. Orbiting safely, though half of its world is barren, the rest filled with life and waters.
Though Ike and Martina had been distant to the affairs. They were willing to send the satellite that we made to be our eye in the sky. Some of its technology is fifty years away from the currency, and it has been reinforced and made with the best of materials. Our funds have started to become lesser. The helicarrier they made was halfway done, and by 1974, it should be done...just in time for his awakening.
5th of Janus, Year 1958.
The Magi had revealed some of themselves, without fear of consequences. They intend to wake one of the half-exiled ones that are living in the Coast of Champier. It should take seven years before that awakening. I had told my Hounds this, and told them that I’ll be facing the half-exiled one.
The being was only slightly all-powerful from what the young master fought. Nonetheless, I was probably going to risk it all. I hope that one of my hounds could take over. Although we have a longer lifespan, it doesn’t mean our youth could be retained. We did not have the boons that young master had, which complimented all the other boons he had. I do recall that there are boons in Holmia, but even then they would only appear during the specific time. There are changes in what the young master had said, but I believe that it was still fine. I should create that suit of armor, hoping it could at least shield me from the half-exiled one.
7th of Decem, Year 1960.
The Angelus Company has been powerful lately. Lady Elea believes that I should take the time to consider. She’s one of them...but I can’t do it. I cannot do it at all.
20th of Juli, Year 1962.
The first rocket heading to the foreign moon had been sent by the Holmian government. The world cheered at the sight of this marvel of engineering. The person that should have died, like all of my hounds, the last of my hounds, had been found.
I held ‘Gaul Stacker’ in my hands. I confessed that seeing the young orphan placed in the grates of the sewer, I was maddened by grief. My tear ducts shed uncontrollably, and I could do nothing but pity.
In all of my years of fighting. I had been looking for some sort of light. That could guide me from all of this. I wished that I could be more than this, and when I found him, and saw how the little child was near drowning. I was glad. So glad that I found the baby that my young master told he would be.
Gaul Stacker, I shall let him keep his name for that is his treasure. I recalled the day where I was saved as well. This stony looking boy who offered his hand to some orphan, promising that he will be better than this. We young boys and girls who had been nothing, abandoned, fated to be lackeys to some greater evil, corrupted, and yet the young master chose us.
To become his hounds. To be his protectors against those who would dare to hasten Lazon’s demise. I failed in fighting for Lazon. I wasn’t all-knowing, and I didn’t have the visions that made the young master find us.
The years had not been easy. Our age has become a toil and only through such things that I could continue living on. Gaul’s appearance saved me, and because of this I had chosen to believe in hope. I must persist since I started this journey, I am, but a servant saved by his master. Though I will give the child the choice, whether he wants to serve the young master or not depends on him. He shall be the last and the best of my hounds.
I could not take care of the child, and had decided to hire Kisha. She has a sweet and professional disposition, and her companionship has been wonderful. Despite my growing years, I still need to fight on, and continue through. I must help in any way I can.
Mavin looked at Gaul who was happily chatting with Wendy Otto. He then turned his eyes back to the pages.
20th of Decem, Year 1965.
Gaul had grown up well. Kisha was fond of the little one, but she still allowed him to be trained into a perfect recipient of the formula that would at least stabilize him into peak human condition.
Logain visited me in my home in Champier where he brought a little gear that the young master wanted. My friend had started showing whites on his hair, and he handed me the little lady as instructed.
She was old enough to attend school so I had her and Gaul sent to the Holmian Academies to be taught. Kisha and I would take time to nurture the two, and they were outstanding.
If I don’t survive, then Kisha would know what to do with them. Ike and Martina had abandoned their project, and a few of my hounds are willing to come with me to fight this exiled one. Though inferior to what the young master fought, it was still a force to be reckoned with.
10th of Janus, Year 1966.
The battle caused only five of my hound’s to remain alive. The remaining ones barely survived, and if it wasn’t for the timely rescue by the forces of Lazon. I was sure that it would have been an end for us.
Ike and Martina were alive, and Logain was able to use his connections to keep the monster pinned down while I struck the dagger on the neck of the half-exiled one. Though we have the magiborne, the half-exiled one slaughtered us so easily.
As much as I hate to admit it, the Sisters of the Pact were helpful in preventing the half-exiled one from moving too much. Most of my armored exoskeleton had been destroyed, and the last of the black iron would have to be melted to make a sword for the young master, or reinforce the older one.
The right arm that I was using seems to be doing fine. Prosthetics have been improved throughout the years, and though I have lost all my muscle memory, and that they aren’t as strong as my previous arm. It would do. I doubt that I could fight with a missing lug, and a half
I spent time with the two children who I had adopted. Ike and Martina warned me that because of the damage in my internal organs, I wouldn’t be able to fight as hard as I used to be. A small price that I have to pay to win.
Just long enough at least. Still, I had talked to Logain and the rest of the surviving hounds about the matter regarding the future. We are...discussing what these matters were and we had unanimously agreed that it must be done. Ike and Martina had agreed, and I doubt anyone would take a risk like this again. But if we are to perish the threat, then sacrifices are to be made.
15th of Janus, Year 1970
Mavin frowned upon reading that date. “Another long gap,” Mavin could only shake his head. What can he do? He wasn’t around and not even Aunger would write all of his thoughts or possibly he had been busy enough that he couldn’t find the time to do it. He read the page.
The world has changed so much. Though we had done that vile thing. I understand that it was something that the young master would be proud of. He might think that it’s fine if we leave it alone for now, but I disagree. It needs to be done, and in a way he would agree.
But every time I look at Gaul and Stefanie. My heart aches at the thought of those that we had dealt with. Nonetheless, I must persevere if it means being evil itself. My body grew weaker, and because of the wounds that I had sustained in the past years, I had grown older terribly, evidently, because my regeneration factor couldn’t keep up.
I was surprised by the progress of technology. Ike and Martina said that it wouldn’t take long until the project was completed. Although it would take another four years until the checkup and testing would be over.
Lady Elna, Elea, and Natalya had ‘died’ and their ‘young ones’ had replaced them. A funeral was held for Natalya, but I didn’t go. Logain had decided to take it easy, and let the young generation take the stage; he plans to retire on Sahus alongside the Missus.
It is strange seeing them silvered-haired and wrinkled. Though they are still not as old as they should be, it is not pleasing to the eyes seeing them like that. Then again, who am I to complain? I have become wrinkled, and my wounds have caused me to be weaker than an athlete.
14th of Septem, Year 1976
The young master has awoken. He has no memories. He was young, carefree, and though not as strong as he used to be because even so he was still healing. His boons took about fifty years to wake him up. Just as he thought it would, though his memories will make things troublesome for me.
I am pained by his current state. Nonetheless, I could give him the name Alden, as he said so years ago. Though if he had been awakened with memories intact, perhaps I might have been able to ask him a question.
Young master, have I done well in my serve?
But with how things are, it would take years for him to recover his memories, and I had to send him away to get the boons he needed to truly complete him. The hounds have spent many resources for this secrecy, and our old enemies are not going to relent until the day they find me dead. I plan to send my daughter and son away, and they shall be operating within Holmia. If the young master awakens, he shall be reading this. I hope that he would care for them not as servants, but the only family he has left in this world...that’s all I asked of him. Nonetheless, young master, who might be reading this. I had rid of all the enemies you had planned to kill, in exchange for my very life, in hopes that you can be free from your self-imposed mission once you are truly awakened. Other than Kismet’s Tale, you have nothing to worry about. I made sure that the hounds loyal to you would have taken care of them. All of them so you would have nothing.
This is my gift, and my spite.
So I would like to ask you, Mavin Tomas, my friend, benefactor, and my savior. Did I do good? Have I done my part well?
Mavin looked at those words and nodded bitterly. “Yes, you did, Aunger. Yes you did. I am defeated by you, my friend. You bastard.”
karsev Thank for those who are reading!
