It is a small book. A journal. Spiral bound, with a soft purple cover and a picture of a woman sitting on a moon. The ink is black, the handwriting not always very legible. Many things have already been written. Day 6 I don't think dates really count anymore. Anyway, we fought the demon last night. What a combat. Everyone but me got knocked out - we would have been toast if these two strange guys with swords hadn't come up to finish the job. The demon shrank into this dark ball-thing, the "heart of darkness". Chappell has this list of things we have to collect, you see. More like riddles than a shopping list, but he seems to understand them. He says he's the last of the faeries, and we're on a quest to save the universe or something. Back to last night. He picked up the demon, and then we stood in a circle and we all held hands and he cast a spell and we went - somewhere. For a minute it looked like somewhere else, but then we were in Central Park again, only no one could see us, and we could see their dreams. Chappell said it was the Shadow Realm. Anyway, he led us to the hospital, where we had to fight more demons to free Jon from his nightmare. I squished one. Then we had to go find hope for the list. Chappell led us to this lady. She was all alone in her house with no electricity and no water. Her family had just died and she was going to kill herself. So we talked her out of it. Hope where there was none. I feel really bad about it, though. I was the one who figured things out. Jay was no help - still too tired from being sucked on by the Nightflyer. The others were just trying to get rid of the raincloud over her head. I was the one who searched her house and found out about her family. But then Jon pretended to be the voice of her son. And I ended up playing the daughter and Charlie the husband. And it was as them that we convinced her to live. We told her that we loved her, told her she was needed here. We lied to her. We saved her life, but it was all a trick, an illusion. And I fear, lest the things that give me life turn out to be similarly false. I'm sure her family loved her, and would have said the same things we did. I just feel bad about taking her most precious memories and using them to influence her, no matter how good the cause. And I know that the others didn't really care. Chappell said to provide hope, so they did. Mission accomplished. Jay gave a beautiful speech about being tired of the death and destruction, and wanting to heal. The power to heal was always what I wished for. Now for once I've made a difference, and instead of happy, I'm depressed. Anyway, Chappell cast a spell over the doorway, and out we went. It made me dizzy - almost as if I went somewhere else entirely, but then we were stepping out and no time had passed. I guess I was just dreaming. Now we're in the Hall of Worlds, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. I liked the imaginary place. I could fly there. Traipsing through the universe on some kind of odyssey to the great beyond. I could get to like this life. I keep thinking of Becky. I don't know why. Day 7 Agh. I can't even really call them days. We got up and went off to China and it was already afternoon and we're waiting for dawn, so this day' is mostly a blank. We're here to get the scale of a dragon. Lung. Like the card. This whole thing seems rather silly. Leaving some flowers and sandwiches - and us - as offerings? Whatever. But hey, I've been lucky so far. A pencil sketch of a dragon has here been made and then scratched out. I miss my dragons. I wish I could have brought my art to school... course i still woudln't have it here. Day 8 Worked as Dragon-slaves. Scrubbed walls. Played music. Tried a really bad mentalist act. (my fault, I froze) The guys wrestled. And we got the scale and got out with some help from a talking fish. Now we wait for Chappell. When he gets back, I mean to ask him a few things - about the mind, about training me. This is my big chance. I can feel something about to happen, something wonderful. The gremlin said that they're all rooting for me. To the eyes of the world go we... A five pointed star has here been drawn and then scratched out. The handwriting increases in size and force, indicating stress. Dagon, lord of the flies, master of madness, archduke of the seventh torment, I renounce you. Depart this place and never return. I renounce you. Go back to Hell. I renounce thee. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I cast thee out! Leave this body and never return! I renounce thee! A simple cross and Jesus fish are drawn here. Day 10 or so I think It's all Enedel's fault. I hate him. We went through Ragnarok while I was possessed. Jay blew off my foot. It still throbs, even though it's healed. I tried to tell him, but it just didn't come out right. He did promise not to let Enedel get rid of me, though. Anyway, we went through Ragnarok while I was possessed and then sat around in some astral web where we had visions. I'm not the only one keeping a diary. I just wish I could tie it all together. Knights Templar, Freemasons, Perot, a Balrog, Babylon 5, Kosh-Vorlon, phoenix, dejavu, second Kosh destroyed... Visited the oracle, but Skaar wrote all that down, I don't need to. It all ties in somehow. Babylon 5 <-> Lord of the Rings, Third Age, third ending, opposite of flood, ending in fire, Gehenna, Four Last Things, third of four - Damn, I wish I watched that show... Millenium! That drew ties in w/Gehenna too, but I didn't see it. I feel like there's this big pattern right over my head and if I could just grab hold, I could find the crucial point to change. A few notes are scribbled at the bottom of this page. "crown, sword, balances, death, vengeance, wrath, silence" "eclipse or earthquake for wrath" "That guy in the Ice World. Who was he?" It's so funny. We're becoming a bunch of wandering minstrels. And Jay -sings-. <*melt*> Still, I'm surprised that, considering the nature of the mission, they didn't originally plan a female along. Normally the end of the world involves childbearing, at some point. Seventh Sign. I didn't see the whole movie, though. Oh, well. He says we're almost done. What now?