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Yeesha's Ninth Adult Journal

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Journal 8
Writing
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Info

Written by

Yeesha

Location

Under the floor at the bottom of the Great Shaft

Pages long

4

Appears in

Myst V: End of Ages

This is the ninth of the twelve journals written by Yeesha scattered around The Great Shaft. This one was found under the floor at the bottom, and recounts Yeesha's encounter with Calam, their mentorship, and Calam's death.

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Home was far behind - I was no longer a child. I journeyed deep - deep within myself, deep within the earth, down to the D'ni cavern. I was alone for a time as I consumed my heritage, breathing deep the air of the cavern and the knowledge of my people.

But the desire for companionship drove me mad. I engaged a senomar as my confidant, and a tredfish in the harbor became my younger brother. I spoke to them as family and they answered, I swear they answered.

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Then my mind took a final step into madness when I walked into the library on Ae'gura and saw an old D'ni man on the floor below me. Now I was imagining people to ease my loneliness.

But he was no mirage - his name was Calam. And he was a D'ni Writer of Ages.

Trust did not come easily. There was conflict between us - between his ancient rules of D'ni, that I did not respect, and my creativity, which he feared. We fought and feared and battled and screamed, until exhausted, we began to learn from each other. We learned of the power of both, just as Father and Mother had done.

So I learned to Write with all the skills that the D'ni had known - beyond what my parents had taught me. For their lessons were given by a flawed instructor and by their own trial and error. I learned to Write from a Master: an opportunity father was never given. Calam's abilities were breathtaking - he knew all the D'ni knew, when D'ni fell.

But I taught as well as learned. There were things that the D'ni were forbidden to Write, words they feared, concepts they shunned. Rules and boxes. I had no cultural fear of such things, so I dug deeper, asking questions that Calam could not answer. And together we sought answers.

That is how we learned of the Bahro and the Tablet. I learned of its power. We grew in knowledge and strength, and Calam became one of my dearest friends. I began to think that it was he who would be the Grower.

But evil will find you, even in the depths of the earth, and Calam was murdered.

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