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- - I have called this age Channelwood and it is a very different world. Though it is exactly how I imagined it, it is still amazing to see it with my own eyes. Water covers this age as far as I can see except for a small rocky island. Elsewhere, there are only trees, which grows directly out of the water. A myriad of thin wooden passageways are built just above the water and disappear into the forest. I assume they were built some time ago for they appear to be aged. I am eager to discover more about this land and it's people, but I have arrived here late and I must rest.
Their response to me was one I would have never expected. After staring at me for a short time, they fell on their knees and began what appeared to be some sort of ceremonial worship. I tried to speak to them, but they did not understand my language. Instead, they indicated through enthusiastic hand motions that I was to follow them.
As we walked, I began to notice that the waters below us were changing colors. Slowly, subtly, they would change from deep blue to muddy orange. Then from muddy orange to beautifully clear. I was so intrigued by the water I had hardly noticed that we had arrived at a ladder.
Climbing the ladder led us to their village which is about ten meters above the water and can only be reached by rope ladders that stretch from the lower paths to the village level approximately half way up the grand trees. It is very interesting watching these people carry out their daily tasks. Even after watching them for hours, I did not understand exactly what they were doing.
At sunset they motioned for me to follow them. I followed the creatures to the doorway of an enormous hut. Strangely, once inside, I found that the hut appeared larger than it had first had from outside. The walls were garnished with bright metals and in the center of the hut sat the leader of these people.
At least he appeared to be their leaders for he sat a meter off the floor in a thick throne. Guards surrounded the strong creature who was dressed in many exotic, colorful fabrics.
Next to the leader sat a very old human, at least to some extent he appears human. His hair, which was grey, almost white, and hung very long around his frail body. His thin head hung limply by an almost grotesque neck that could not hold it's head up to look at me. But what a surprise, this creature could speak my language. Shortly thereafter I was bid with some hand motions that looked to be telling me to go to sleep. I look forward to learning more.
It is almost impossible to understand this old man. His voice is feeble but wild. He has adopted much of the language of the tree-dwellers. He himself told me that he had not spoken our tongue in ages.
He attempted to explain to me the history of this place. The following is my best "translation" of what he has told me.
Occasionally the island was disturbed by mysterious rumblings which happened randomly (some sort of tectonic or volcanic action, I suspect). The sometimes slight, sometimes heavy tremors would only last a short time. Then they would stop, allowing everything to return to normal.
One day things changed. The rumblings began and grew quickly to unprecedented levels. Soon it became apparent that the entire island was sinking slowly into the ocean around them. Many of the humans died on that day, but not before sacrificing themselves in order to stop the sinking of this island. The humans who lived through this catastrophe moved into the trees where they gradually died out, maybe because they were unequipped for such an environment, but I am not sure.
This is the story the old man communicated to me, although many details are very unclear in my mind. I am especially confused as how the humans saved the island from completely sinking. In fact I doubt the accuracy of that part of the story; the island must have stopped on its own. Yet, the old man believes in the truth of the story as if he had been there. And the tree-dwellers worship him, and apparently all humans as if
The old man ended our conversation today with an event which I'll never forget. He began gripping my hands tightly, murmuring something about "rest" and "asleep". He then said, "We expected you to come sooner." These actions filled me with a sort of immediate dread. With much effort, he stood to his feet. I tried to help but he pushed me away with more force than I imagined his frail body contained. The tree-dwellers quietly surrounded him with very solemn faces. They then kneeled before him. He walked to each and placed his hand on their heads. All the while, he murmured words which I did not understand. Finally, he turned to me and smiled. Then he closed his eyes, and walked out the door and off the narrow path high in the trees. The tree-dwellers were silent. They began a procession down the nearest ladder. As I was descending I saw several of them pick up the body (he had fallen onto a lower level walkway) and carried it away. He was lain down at the dead-end of a short pier-like structure. With the use of some potions one of the creatures lit the pier on fire and I watched the flames engulf him.
As this strange "funeral" proceeded, the waters around the pier changed to dull green.
As I wander throughout the pathways, the creatures watch me, curious to see what I will do next. They are constantly offering me strange objects of affection. I even found food outside the doorway to the room in which I slept. This is a unique race of beings. I hope to learn their language soon so that I may learn more from them.
I warned the boys not to take advantage of the respect the tree-dwellers have for their ideas. They seem to understand my warning, and I have faith that they will follow it.