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16th. day Season of the Snow Serpent Year of the Dragon I am not sure which scared me more, the trip through the Fire gate or my arrival in this new land. Something strange happened to me on the way, my claws grew longer, but my body seems to have lost the pain I once felt in my leg. At an early age I had entered the village dojo without permission and been startled by someone else entering. In my surprise I had pulled a weapons rack over on myself, breaking the bone and cutting a gash into my leg from one of the blades, neither of which had healed entirely right. Yet, I sit here looking at that very leg and cannot even find sign of the scar that was once there. More disturbing is that the quill I once had has completely rotted away, the pages of my journal have begun turning yellow with apparent age and the writing has taken on the color of rust, as only happens with very old scrolls. The remaining ink itself has seperated in the bottle, as though it had never been mixed, but I could not simply shake it to mix it once more, since the iron powder in it had turned rust red. It took me some time after I got over my initial panic to find a replacement. But back to the issue of my trip and arrival. Following the monks I arrived at the Fire gate. Little more than two upright stone braces with a stone bar across the top, the visible part of the gates is less than impressive. However, these merely define the boundaries of where the temporal 'flare' occures. |