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Post by gengoro on Jan 13, 2007 4:24:47 GMT -5
I never had a journal ever in my whole life, even during my services with the Fire Nation. I highly doubt abybody would be interested in a journal from a fugitive. In any case, I only hope my ancestors will guide my hand with a pen like they have with my sword. I shall start my journal entries with the opening of "Honorable Ancestors", just so they could read my thoughts. Ancestors, my family, and most importantly, my brother Tsu, please forgive me for my past.
Honorable ancestors,
Many things have happened to me over these past few years of being a fugitive. Scrapping for my own food, surviving a harsh land, and avoiding any Fire Nation soldiers, I feel lost, until I found a city called Bai Seng Sei.
A vast city this is. Many merchants from all over the world come here. The food here is wonderous and it's lively here as well. The're is always something to do here in this city.
I needed money, as always. I found this old man and volunteered to help him with his chores. Little did I know how crazy this man was. He did have a nice restaurant though, the rice was actually pretty good.
What bothers me is that when I asked him why he doesn't pick up business, he snapped at me and acted defensive. In my opinion, I think something is more than meets the eye here. I'll further investigate later. Right now, I need to sweep the floors.
~Gengoro
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