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I begin this journey at my end.

My years as a Member of the Practice have dwindled, and as my magic leaves me it whispers farewell.

I may never finish this record, but in all honesty, I have no intention of accomplishing a task as impossible as this, for as history is written, the present proceeds, and new history is formed.

I am a writer who has seen more than the average Paloerian both in physical and in spirit. My gifts exceed many as a former member of the 12 apprentices of the Practice. I shall not reveal my name or the time in which I exist, though I wish to be known as Dacari, a name that is both female and male.

Though my knowledge is vast, I shall not take full pride in this record, as I am only but one and have lived as such. Despite my travels, Paloeria is the only land I may claim my knowledge of.

However, with the help of my slave, whom you shall call Genga, it is possible to reveal histories of not only Paloerian but even those of Ezwa, the hidden land that lies beyond the Paloerian Ocean and the Devil's eye.

I shall advise, however, to be cautious, as you accept this knowledge, especially from one who is not of noble blood, or has been taught the ways of written knowledge.

History has been known to be stretched.

I will not end this record but rather leave it open, so as history proceeds others will be able to inform.

If you are reading this, your noble blood has called you to learn, and your heart is not satisfied with being in one place, and so, even as you are yet to know, you will begin a journey soon.

It is what happens to souls that wish to discover. I must warn you, there is a price that comes with uncontentment.

And so, as you begin,

I wish you farewell.

Dacari

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