《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 99/100
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Day 99
The nightmares didn’t get better, though they didn’t get worse either, Tiddol was even more tired today than yesterday, I really feel sorry for her. Tonight I think I'm going to inhale some Dead Tulip pollen, modified so it lasts longer without being as strong.
Not a lot happened today. I practiced manipulating plants but I didn’t come across anything new and interesting today. I just polished my skills.
Mest commented on the fruit I made yesterday, saying that he could make quite a bit of money if he sold it to a skilled alchemist. At his request, I planted a couple of them.
And that is about all that happened today, at least the interesting parts.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
Day 100
Last night I slept just fine, I didn’t have any nightmares and I woke up feeling refreshed. I think I'm going to use the pollen again tonight.
Today I decided to read, there are still a lot of books here I haven’t read. With permission from Tiddol, I looked through her little library and pulled out a book at random. It was of Origin, or the creators of almost all life. According to the book the first of the Origin appeared roughly five hundred years ago, and at the time they were the only things in the world that could count as being alive. They were little more than balls of mana, most sentient, some not, as such they had an amazing ability to manipulate mana, beyond the innate abilities of any species that has come after them.
It was a large book, and I didn’t get very far in it today, but Origin fascinated me. They're basically my progenitors, the first creators, they created and changed life on a whim. A feat I am striving to replicate, if I can learn more about them maybe I can make my first real strides towards manipulating creatures other than plants. Tomorrow I'm going to read as much of the book as I can. I remember Tiddol telling me she met one of the Origin once, I need to get her to tell me about it.
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Anyway, It’s getting late, and I should sleep. So Good Night Diary.
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