Dear reader,

I hope this final message of mine finds a sympathetic soul. My name is Abdosir, and I am nobody of importance, a simple fisherman in this village. Regretfully it would seem that the war has found us, even here in this secluded place.

The village is on fire as I write this, I fully anticipate that this is my last will and testament. I fear I do not have much time left in this world. All I ask of you is to care for Lukka, the creature is sure to be looking for me when she returns, and I fear what might happen should she be left alone.

As I look back on the events of the past year, I see the turning point was the day that strange ship stopped by. So isolated were we that we had closed ourselves to the world, we did not heed their warnings. Our desires to remain within our bubble, to continue to ignore the realities of the outside world has led to this moment.

If I could remember the past, I am sure there would be more to regret. Sixty years I have traversed this world, and I can only recall a sliver of that time, bits, and pieces at best. These moments of lucidity you may find hidden within the pages of this journal, instances that I cannot recall at this moment in time.

I can hear the screams now; it will not be long before they arrive here. This seaside hut is not safe, nowhere is safe, they will find me. I am scared, everyone is dying, all I can do is leave this letter in the vain hopes that someone might avenge us. To remember that we existed, that this place once had a village. Please do not allow us to be forgotten, at the very least I ask that you erect a monument to our memory, so that others might know of what occurred here.

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I can hear their laughter now, more screaming and the smell of smoke has become stronger. There is a hill that obscures my home from the nearest neighbor, but they will be here very soon.

We do not know who these men are, they came with a small fleet, at most five in number. I can only recall their sail; it was crimson like the blood they spilled. A serpent plastered upon it, as if to swallow all who gazed upon it.

I know not what they came for, why they chose us, or what our people have done to deserve this. All I can ask is for others to remember us, and if possible, seek retribution on our behalf. These people are vicious and violent, devoid of all manner of humanity, I beseech you, do not allow others to suffer the way we have today.

They are banging at the door now; it will not take long for them to enter. I presume this to be my final moment upon this world.

Reader, I am sorry to ask so much of you. However, I have little choice in the matter. Please care for Lukka, find her if you can. She is the most beautiful octopus in all the seas, a friendly girl. Do not allow her to come to harm, I wish her to live out the rest of her life.

This is the final chapter, my final entry into this journal documenting my life since meeting Lukka. If you have the time, please read it, at least that will mean someone has remembered me. That my existence will not disappear with this village, a record of the man known as Abdosir.

Best of luck to you reader and thank you for getting this far. I will place this scroll at the front, each is numbered in order. With this I place my life into this chest and sink it into the shallow water below, my final will and testament…