[From the journal of a grubby little boy from Bitterfork]

Life just isn't fair! I have to live with the stinky Mayor now since my mum still hasn't shown up. She told me to go out and play with the other boys and that's all I did! Well I went down to the water with them to poke the frogs like we always do, but instead of findin' icky things we found a big ol' hole!

Of course I jumped down, got mud all over myself. I tried to go back up the hole but the boys wouldn't let me up, they were being super mean. Then I fell, really hard, and slid down even further, it was scary! When I stood up, I saw a long hallway, it was nuffin' like the smelly cave I came down.

The adult folk always say I'm brave, though, so naturally I went in deeper. I found a buildin' with a body in it, laying on a black stone, someone kill't 'em with a spear! I ain't never seen a dead person before and there was a sparkly bracelet on the skelly. Mum would love this thing, and maybe wouldn't be mad at me for getting grubby again.

As soon as I took the bracelet it latched onto my wrist, scared me right good it did. It got realllly dark and when I opened my eyes I was outside the hole next to the bullies! I didn't mean for it to happen but smoke came out of the thingy and made them poof! It wasn't even my fault, I swear it, but I never liked 'em anyways.

Then I got the best idea ever! I could just use this smoke stuff to become the King of Bitterfork, just like that bad guy in the stories. I never really thought he was so mean, people just didn't get his awesomeness. Everyone's kinda' a bully when they're bigger, so I knew it was my turn to be big. I ran home to tell mum my idea, she didn't like it, I had to make her poof too. I hoped she'd be back in time to make my dinner, maybe she'll make breakfast tomorrow instead.

While I all busy being king-like, all these people showed up to worship me. Most were nice but I had to make a few disappear; those were the ugly ones anyways. Kyrra gave me a crown to make me a proper ruler and people started offering me gifts so I didn't turn them into goo. Then suddenly a gimpy looking Ashtan guy, Klendathu or somefin', came in a threw a rock at my face! The dang thing broke my bracelet, it turned into dust right there on my arm.

I'm not worried though, I have a feeling it's just a matter of time before my toy goes back to the old buildin'. I'll go grab it again later and set myself up the right way next time, King of Sapience!

Penned by My hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 671 AF.