# -20, or who is Sylvia
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well, it does seem to be recording everything i type...how interesting.
In other news...i'm gone. I'm leaving this hell hole people call Traverse Town. From one stranger who...grr....to another who was just...grrr...who the hell knows anymore.
I can't wait anymore. I'll iron out the details on my way. And stop at a few worlds first. If i have learned anything since leaving home, its that there are depths to magic i have not reached...and I intend to. That wizard did things with such force that should have been damn near impossible by all i know. hmm, it just means i have more to learn.
The second stranger...the silver haired boy. I don't know if i want to meet him again. I'm not used to fear, and my Heart hasn't acted like that since...ever. I may be mad, but i was odder than usual. I can't even remember what i said to him now. The memory now is like music drifting around me: invisible, everywhere, but utterly intangible.
Enough. Its time to set my plans in motion. I'm going home...Hollow Bastion...
thank my Lord for stealing things. Especially gummi ships. I guess our childhood never really leaves us afterall =) hmm...that face is too happy. But theres no key for the face i want, so it'll have to do.
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mwahahaha....how fun. too bad there's no one who will probably read this....ouidsjsd xcjvh h weodsu hsdb bc sd
well, it does seem to be recording everything i type...how interesting.
In other news...i'm gone. I'm leaving this hell hole people call Traverse Town. From one stranger who...grr....to another who was just...grrr...who the hell knows anymore.
I can't wait anymore. I'll iron out the details on my way. And stop at a few worlds first. If i have learned anything since leaving home, its that there are depths to magic i have not reached...and I intend to. That wizard did things with such force that should have been damn near impossible by all i know. hmm, it just means i have more to learn.
The second stranger...the silver haired boy. I don't know if i want to meet him again. I'm not used to fear, and my Heart hasn't acted like that since...ever. I may be mad, but i was odder than usual. I can't even remember what i said to him now. The memory now is like music drifting around me: invisible, everywhere, but utterly intangible.
Enough. Its time to set my plans in motion. I'm going home...Hollow Bastion...
thank my Lord for stealing things. Especially gummi ships. I guess our childhood never really leaves us afterall =) hmm...that face is too happy. But theres no key for the face i want, so it'll have to do.
..................
sodhifkjlsdouhlsdaf;lhdsa;lkvcxh s;dlk hsd;lh sdkjhdkl fxcyse o45we9s8vc 982y95%( # GCC*&T Q@ (WC 98cxvu y9
mwahahaha....how fun. too bad there's no one who will probably read this....ouidsjsd xcjvh h weodsu hsdb bc sd