Dear, Paper
I can't allow myself to call you a diary or even a journal because you're only a sheet of paper. So I'll call you Paper. I will not say my name, not because I'm famous or noticeable, or because of my background, clan, or upbringing. The main reason why....
I'm about to die. As I write this, I'm fatally injured, slumped beside a rock for a companion, no bandages or medical equipment to save or even relieve me. I guess that's the price you pay for ambition. Useless ambition, Useless dreams without common reasoning. So why should I say my name, when I'll just die and be forgotten? I'm not even sure my family will find me.
And how I came about here. I guess I should tell you. Hopefully, someone who received the same fate I have will see my decayed, withering body and see the paper I will have to store in my mouth, although I'm not sure if the paper will be wet and eventually fade. I just hope the unlucky person who reads this will be able to escape from this wretched place.
So it's time to begin. I was born in the Kingdom of Antrophia, a commoner, but was intelligent enough to be in the service of the nobles during my teenage years. I became a part-time advisor, scholar, and merchant. I was able to earn money to feed my poor family.
But it all changed the day I turned eighteen. By my investigations, the Chitauris had begun making moves on the planet, solidifying alliances with powerful commoners and some nobles. So now it was a must that teenagers awaken to help in the war against the Demaranians. I also knew of the news that in two years, the Neoterra kingdom and the goddess were going to be responsible for the summoning of the heroes who would help defend the planet.
So I needed to do my duty, or so I thought. That's why I wanted to awaken. I wanted to feel useful, to help the world, to be known as not only a commoner but something great. For my name to be echoed across the country. To form my crew who'll save the world. What a stupid ambition I had. I'm truly disgusted with myself for even believing it will happen, for even thinking it.
And what ruined this ambition of mine? Fate, bad luck, not believing in reality. It was all of them. The goddess was residing in the Antrophia kingdom at the time. She was going to head the Awakening ceremony for the teenagers in the kingdom who had recently turned eighteen. It was rumoured that I would have an S-rank ability because of how talented I was. I believed too. But it was a lie.
I awakened the dreaded F-rank and as I saw it, my life changed in a heartbeat. I was cursed, gossiped, and mocked, and was sent away to my room in disgrace. I had awakened an abomination, a taboo, and I was going to pay the price for it.
The next day, my judgment came. The punishment I never expected to happen to me did. I was exiled to the place I've read and studied about. Carragis. The wretched dungeon where F-ranks were exiled to.
That's where I was sent. I was thrown away like trash, only because I had awakened an F-rank. I knew I wasn't going to survive but I tried. I just had to go. I just couldn't let my story end like this. But it was futile.
I couldn't even fight the wretched pale creatures in the dungeon. There's no food, water in this place. How I survived: drinking my piss. Truly disgusting, but I had no choice.
But there was something I saw, something that spurred me to write what I saw here. During my stumblings and narrow escapes from the creatures, I encountered a chamber and what I saw made me gag.
Naked males and females, stuck in cages and were being experimented on. Some were in weird positions, some were in wooden chambers. Some had lost their mind, some had submitted to their fate. Some were missing their private parts, and some were genetically mutated.
It was horrifying. Something like this actually existed. And in this place of all things. I investigated and found out what was happening. Humans were secretly experimenting on humans, trying to create hybrids, cross-species, and mutated monsters. They couldn't have done it alone which meant that someone above was in control. Someone from out of the world.
And all of them were F-ranks. That meant several kingdoms had exiled them to Carragis, and we're being experimented on. I was also unlucky. I was noticed, chased, and attacked. The white creature attacked me and fatally injured me, but I managed to escape.
And now I'm here, writing this down on you so that someone who sees it will figure out what to do, figure out how to save them.
I think I've said enough. It's safe to say the life I envisioned didn't turn out to be the way I expected. I guess luck and fate weren't on my side. But I still feel at ease, because I have written this down.
I'm feeling a bit dizzy, so I know I'm about to die. So Paper, my last words to you are....
Please don't get wet.
Love, A dead man.