Entry: Heracleion

It's been a long time since I’ve been to this place. I miss the family. They made sure I made it out when the tragedy happened. To be more specific, my mother sent me on a mission. I was supposed to find this island. My sister called it the Island of the Moon, but mom referred to it as Mayda. It was shaped like the crescent moon I used to view with my mom and baby sister on certain nights. The best nights. My baby sister and I were the closest. Her name was Adrina. I like to think my mother sent them all away… us. Sent us all away. Of course, I was the first to leave, which was weird for me anyway. She told me “that island is where my sister is but she makes it disappear so often it’s so hard to keep up with her.” I believed her, most definitely, because why would she lie? Did she already have prior knowledge? Was there a vision? Did I miss the signs? Maybe I did. That’s one of the reasons I still come back here. The entire city sank and I wasn’t here to try to stop it. Our combined magics would have made a difference, I know it. Why didn’t she let me stay? I drive myself crazy with all of these questions but truthfully I can’t help it. What more is there to do when your entire world has been taken from you in an instant and you’re just here to wander the realm alone? I always come here though. There’s always a weird feeling that brings me to the water’s edge and I think to myself, just dive down and see what’s going on. I always think about it, but I never do it. Am I scared? Probably. Do I want to know what happened to my family? Absolutely. I freeze, and I get sweaty, I slowly start to panic, and then I just back away and leave. Why have I not left yet? I stand here writing to you but I have yet to put a single toe in the water. Today is the day though, I know it is. I’m really just deciding if I should take you. What if I get down there and there is nothing? I would have brought you along for nothing. But what if it’s something? It’s not going to be anything, the buildings, of course, already getting covered in sea moss and small water creatures. It’s not like you’d get wet. You’re covered in magic. I’m not too sure but I definitely just whispered that to you as I also wrote it down. Not sure, but that may have been strange. I’m just going to put you in my bag, and I’ll be right back. You’re going down there with me of course, but you’re just going in my bag so don’t worry.

Stunned. I think that is the only way to describe myself presently. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s all still there, still intact, almost brand new. I even saw my old room. I was able to grab a few trinkets of course. But it was the strangeness of it all. So well preserved as if nothing ever happened, just no people. And I sit here and ponder if they made it out. There are no bodies, no skeletons, no nothing. Just walls, treasures, and statues. Did she get them all out? Are they hidden amongst the land or down below the bottom of the seabed? How is this possible? It is definitely my mother’s magic. No denying that much information. I wonder if going back down there to do a more thorough investigation would be beneficial. I truly think that it will. There are just too many things that I must know. Too many questions that need to be answered. Do you know the strangest of strange things that occurred? It was almost as if the city were still up above the water. I was able to walk around normally. I mean I had to create a way for me to breathe but that’s children’s magic. Learned that when I was 7. It’s just so strange. What did she do? And more importantly, where is everyone? Logically speaking I should have found at least one body. Whether it be perfectly preserved, or skeletal remains, there should be one, somewhere. However, this is my mother we’re dealing with here and that means there are protocols she would have followed. Thinking like her is more than easy but even in doing so, what I believe she would have done still hasn’t pulled forth any results. Maybe if I try an unearthing spell? I’m kind of scared to do that because there are other things below the surface that I am too sure would like to not be disturbed. Listen to me…scared. Am I scared? That’s crazy. Isn’t it? I think if you could understand the power that my mother, my sisters, and I held in the world of magic you would understand my fears. Me having fears. Can you imagine?