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I've never written a journal like this before, so to any who may read this, bear with me.
I suppose I should start with who I am. My name is Finella, and I'm of a little-known race of half-bunny people known as Ta'guels. From what I was told as a child, our race was that of historians, intending to remain within one secluded village to guard a massive archive of history gathered from all over the world. It's what we've done for generations, ever since this major event that I later learned to be caused by a woman called Irene and her followers. I never paid much attention to those stories as a child, and now… I kind of regret it. So, to make up for it when I finally find my way home again, I'll give them a story to add.
I left home around fourteen years old; young for a human, but decently aged for us, since most of us are lucky to push fifty years. I've been traveling for maybe seven or eight years since, growing stronger and faster with each new land I've found. I normally wouldn't stay in one place long, since I wanted to see everything I could. Weird thing was, I started to find empty villages, and eventually I stumbled upon one full of living zombies of sorts.
This is where I met a friend and cherished loved one, a half-wyvern girl by the name of Aurora. I'd never known somebody lie her existed, as honestly I've only ever encountered humans through my journeys. After we met, the strange village became my new home, and it's where I'll actually begin my tale. I'm writing this prologue thingy somewhere in the middle of things, since I doubt my adventures will be over anytime soon, but I want to start recalling everything up to this point before it gets too hazy to properly remember. I don't know what the future holds, or even if I'll find my old home again, but these are my feelings as of starting this journal.
This is the story of the village I came to be co-Lord of, Phoenix Drop.