JOURNAL OF DEREK RAYNE10 April - Thurs
I am in a constant climb upward. Some of the steeper grades are almost too much, but the slide on the downhill is worse.
Late last night I heard something creeping about in the underbrush. Something big. I have no idea what creatures may inhabit the area. A jaguar, perhaps?
I am beginning to wonder if my �Sight� is an evil thing. Did the forces of darkness use it to manipulate me into causing my father�s death? I would tear it out by its roots if I could. Failing that, I must learn to either suppress it or master it. Am too tired and my hands hurt too badly to write more. I feel like lying here and waiting to die. The tears finally came.
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