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Date: Not so sure now…

The kind woman who pulled me from the basin was a priestess. A priestess of Guiharia. I was shocked. I’ve only read of this faith in old Modrian history books. Could I have stumbled upon some type of renaissance fair? Is this the History club at E.C.U.? I was so confused.

It wasn’t until the priestess pointed eastward towards a tower of shimmering beauty. It protruded into the sky, proud and tall. I recognized it from my history books. It was the Silver Tower of Guiharia.

I nearly fainted. The Silver Tower as I knew it was a ruin filled with prostitutes and drug dealers. How could this tower be standing? Could I really be four thousand years into the past?

Was the blue orb that sucked me in some type of portal? I had so many questions. In respect to my impromptu host, I followed her through the festival grounds. Other priestesses looked upon me and chattered. I could not tell if I was a point of interest or a big joke. Uninterested in feminine wiles, considering I’ve just been sent back four thousand years or so, I kept following the priestess.

“Ahem… this may sound odd,” I began. “But… what year is this?”

“Did you hit your head?” she asked, smiling. “It’s the year 370.”

“Oh,” I simply replied, though my insides were bursting with excitement, like a little boy going on his first trip to the Kiddy Kandy Factory.

She dusted my short hair with the cuff of her robe. We exchanged a quick glance, but I knew better than to try and flirt with a pious woman.

The priestess led me to a tent, where I could clean myself up. I was covered in dust and dirt. Within this tent, I met clerics of the same Guiharian order. These men were dressed in deep blues and silver robes, armed with shields and large, iron maces. They asked for my name.

“Quixen…” I replied, “Quixen Tred.”

“Well met, Quixen,” replied the priestess. “I am Gwen.”

“I am Renold,” responded a cleric. “This is Len.”

The two clerics bowed.

Led by Gwen, the four of us walked through the festival. They did not have a hard time hearing about my sudden appearance. I guess that’s because they’ve seen even stranger things. As we walked through the festival, I saw feats that would even stir a hardcore E.C. Lawyer.

Mages manipulating fire into entertaining beasts, pleasing the festival’s crowds. I saw knights and clerics demonstrating their holy powers. Minotaurs paced about the festival grounds, maintaining order. My eyes could not believe this.

After hours of talking with Gwen, Renold and Len, they led me back to the Holy City of Modrian, which by its location, is the original city that Electro Centralis was built upon. To be waking in history’s wake! This is a breakthrough for sure!

The clerics handed be a sack filled with gold coins. Feeling guilty, I offered my timepiece and necklace, but the clerics shook their heads and insisted upon this gift.

I was led to the Soulful Bard Inn, where I rented a room for the evening. Excited for the next day, I hurriedly wrote this journal entry and headed to bed. Until next time…