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Damn these feelings... Damn this place, just damn it all. I can not fight for the man I possibly loved, this is not my world, it is abit clearer to me now. I can not simply take what I want and expect it to wait for me. Especially the heart of another. These feelings are dangerous, I almost became something I did not want to be. It is now logical that I repress such emotions, I shall not be so quick to open up again. The Rose is no longer a place I can stay, I can not see his face for awhile. I must journey onward... An airship has landed to pick up some passengers, I feel I am heading to some place new and exciting. Yet... the craft has yet to land for almost a couple days. From the whispers I hear above me we are heading to a place called the Isle of Serail'i, both patrons and slaves alike are going here.
I hope some good will come to me upon arriving the island of the sky.
Perhaps my skills could be needed here.

I have survived two winters. Been awhile since I came back to write.
Living in the wild had taken its toll on me. Being poached by those of the Golden Tether has lead me to journey across the lands of Helios and slip through the various ports that line the Southern Ocean of Furcadia. Charibdis managed to follow me here as well and I swiftly to ducked into a local brothel and pub called the Blooming Rose to secure my safety. For some time I had remained hidden in the rafters where it is warm as the wet season finished passing. Eventually, I was coaxed down by the co-owner of the establishment, named Victoria. She would befriend me and actually managed to activate my programming circuit to add useful carpentry and manufacturing skills to my database. These skills will prove useful searching for future employment. I would get accommodated to a more social environment as several new faces came to meet this foreign entity that I was. What was it that attracted them so? Was it my unique, armored body attire or lack thereof? Was it that my neutral expressions drew the crowd of both sides? Or was it that they are simply drawn to the mystery that I simply am- even to myself? My only true friend I made is Killian Delacroix and our intellectual minds really connect. We have opened up feelings with eachother... maybe I will be ready to settle down. These next few months may be eventful.

I recall this date...
The day I awoke in this strange place. I was surrounded for flora and flame of a strange machine.
I did not know who I am. I did not know my directive.
All I knew is I had to get up. I had to run. I heard yells of orders, telling them to capture me.
As I looked back, I remember Charibdis tearing through my would-be captors with a strange blade of fire, urging others to escape the wreckage we came in.
My lack of attention lead to my fall from a cliff, slamming into the ocean below. I was out cold.
Daylight rose, I awakened on a beach of a massive establishment. Where vessels of both air and sea docked, trading commerce was busy, especially of the slaving kind and many races resided.
Naked, cold and alien to this place I did not want to fall prey to those of similar misfortune and lack of personal freedom.
I waited till nightfall and escaped on a vessel at sea.
Wherever it took me is where my journey for answers began.