It’s all my fault
The thing is sleeping again. I managed to coax some information from it before it fell unconscious. The conversation only lasted a few minutes. Yet it was easily the longest conversation of my life. In fact, though the creature fell asleep twenty minutes ago, I feel like I’m still in that conversation, still juggling around every sentence, word, and letter, in my head to try and make sense of them.
It didn’t tell me much. When I asked if it could cure the sick, it just stared blankly at me. I said no more. No matter how much I want to bring it to Maya, I need to find out more first. It told me about the jungle, said that something called an Envelop Plantagen had been deliberately planted outside to ensure nothing reached the gateway from their side. It said that the last time the gateway was sealed a beast was trapped in the tunnel. Judging how its voice deepened when it said this, I figure that beast was something bad. It’s eyes flared when I mentioned the skeleton I found. It told me that when the beast was sealed in here its flesh rotted and turned to a poison dust. That’s what poisoned the forest. The instant the gateway was opened, the dust swept out and infected everything.
So I did cause all this. It’s the one thing I didn’t want to write but felt I had to. No matter how I dress things up by blaming the vet or O’Heir for pushing us into this mess, I caused all this. My curiosity. My naivety. My selfishness.
Maya’s condition is my fault.
Once again, this blog is a lifesaver, an anchor to reality. Seeing these words on screen makes all this so very real. I don’t know if I want the creature to wake again. I don’t know if I want to hear more.
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