Oh, Ryaconia, how I will miss this place so much. It's like heaven on earth, with all of these magnificent skyscrapers, the advanced technologies we developed. The beautiful nature as well! Oh, those refreshing pine trees in the forest, they were so beautiful!

The same cannot be said however for the ways we had to get these. They were truly horrifying. My sister, Pom Ambre Williams, and her son, Jason Ambre the II had their screws loose. Just by being around them sent chills to my skin. What was it that made me scared of them? Was it the way they glared at me? Was it the tone of their voice? Was it the way they spoke to me like I was a tiny speck in the ground? What was it?

Her ways of ruling the continent were... questionable. Her brutal executions, enslaving of quote-on-quote "war prisoners", and controlling the media. I didn't like her, one bit. Her son was no different as well, treating all our scientists like they were pawns on a chessboard, sacrificing them for experiments violating our basic human rights.

She wasn't like this in the past. I don't know how she became like this. She was the friendliest in our class while we were in school. She'd always help us while we were in trouble. She was like an angel, a pure-hearted, innocent child.

Why did it all change? Why? Was it because she got the power? Our father passed down the continent to her, but then a few days later, she paid someone to murder him in cold blood. She covered it up as a suicide, and those who found out the truth she immediately killed as well.

I called her out, questioning why she did it. Instead of getting a calm and proper reply, she went full ballistic on me. She called me deranged and delusional, telling me to get help from a psychiatric center.

When she gave birth to her son, she immediately killed her husband. She called him a toy in front of a crowd, and you know what makes it worse? The crowd rejoiced as he was getting beheaded! How do they have the audacity to be happy about this?!

After the execution, I took the head and body into an alleyway. With magic I learned from another world, I tried reviving him the best I could. Unfortunately, Pom found out what I was doing. She had guards take me, bringing me to her. She then went on another rant about how I was insane...

She taught her son all manners of killing, using some of the prisoners she took as practice targets. I vividly remember seeing his son shoot a man in the head... about 7 times. He shot him while he begged for mercy. He was a reporter that found out the cover-up Pom did. I'm sorry lad, I couldn't do anything to help you. . .

She taught him how to burn things, how to cut things, so many more. Just trying to write them down makes my head spin, I want to vomit. From what I've heard as well, he's sent a lot of his classmates to the hospital. Whenever he was sent to the guidance council, Pom was always there to bribe the staff to shut up. I heard her threatening to execute them if they expelled him.

Because of this, her son built a large ego. He bragged about himself to the other kids, slapping those who dare make fun of him. Even the seniors who were older than him were scared of him. He had high grades, and I will admit. He was quite an intelligent one. However, he always puts his intelligence for the wrong uses. He's created around like what, 7 bombs? Where do you hear that a kid created a DAMN BOMB, A BOMB of all things! Unsurprisingly, Pom uses these bombs on executions.

Well, guess what? I've had enough of this. By next month, I'm planning to escape with around 10,000 rebels to another dimension I called "Raycania". From my experiments, it is an alternate universe of Ryaconia. I've done a good search of it, and all the islands were uninhabited.

It's where I learned magic as well. It's quite a fascinating topic to talk about. A Phoenix came to me, he taught me how to use spells as well. It was quite a bizarre occurrence.

I'm switching my surname from Ambre, to Amber. Doesn't that sound creative? Well, anyway, I will make a promise to all the people that are coming with me. I promise to you all that I, Jonathan James Amber, will make a better place than what hell my sister has built. I'll build a kingdom, fit for the people, free of all the miseries that we had to suffer through for years and years!

To all my future descendants, please, I only ask one thing from you all,

Carry the heritage for the future.

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