《Gloria [A diviners Diary]》


 1 : a trip in time

    We''ve always had something status from the governing a.i at least as far as I''ve known and thats a long long time. Except for me. "I''m something else". I''ve never met anyone like me yet either. There''s no status description for me nor any points to add into vitality.


    There''s just one small fact, although I''ve been a level 1 diviner for a long time, i know what it means to be a diviner, but ive always been the odd one, the one in the group that always blurts out inappropriate words. other children had everything i didn''t have, they had skills, levels and most of all they have been assigning their status points for a long time. I''ve lived with this for a long time. You can say that ive became used to it


    Until one day.


    Everthing changed.


    Day 1


    Today marks my first entry into this brand new diary. Today isn''t the day I was born neither is it the day I had my first true dream. Its just the day I talk a little about about what it means to be a seer. First, I am called vcente. Only vcente, "not saint vcnete third of his name. not even close. I see visions. I have dreams of the future and sometimes the past too. I have lived entire lifetimes in an eyeblink. Yet I''m still so so foolish. Have you seen someone who seems very familiar from afar before, but upon coming closer, with every assurance that you know the person. You get to find out when you get close, that you are woefully wrong and That you have spent so much effort on exactly the wrong the wrong thing. Thats exactly what happens to me. Knowledge maybe a blessing, but sometimes it can certainly be a curse and a hindrance. Ok i believe ive ranted long enough, p.s if you''re reading this I already know you Doesn''t matter your time or timeline. I''ve seen it allThis book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    It has reached the point where the future the past and the present has started to blur together. Alas i have finally been faced with a sickness all prophets strive to avoid, "madness" already i have started to get the "he is crazy" tag.


    And so to prevent root myself in the present I''m starting a diary of my visions right as the happen to keep a record for posterity amd to prove that prophets are sane. Hmmm maybe i do sound crazy afterall.

 2 abilities

    Its midnight now, I''ve been down with the flu all day today, trying to get over it. Mostly I''ve just been sleeping and dreaming nothing too exciting, "yet" the good news is, I''m penning another entry into my diary, and guess what, today is going to be your lucky day. I''m listing the powers and abilities  diviners have, those I''ve wrangled out of the a.i. this is supposedly the secret of secrets, so secret that entire kingdoms have gone into war, just to find someone with our class. we are so sought, by kings and queen''s, villians and heroes, "yes, we make or break hereos and great men and women.


    My first skill isn''t dreams as you might think. Its actually, "Manipulation" I got it when I was 9 years old. Now you might think thats wonderful, but there''s no way having that kind of powers for a 9 year old can be considered great. The first time i made use of the skill, blew my mind, of course i did not use it for good. I used it on girl that i was crushing on. Unfortunately my best friend was also crushing on her, so as you can imagine it did not not end well.. But thats a story for another day.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    The second skill I have is, "don''t guess." It isn''t visions or dreams or anything esoteric. Its simply the ability to understand and to comprehend the mysteries and the physical laws which govern reality.. Some call it yin and yang sometimes karma. But its simply the understanding of the laws of casualty. The understanding that every action has consequences. I''m going to put a little life force into this, why you may ask? Well, i just want you to be smiling for no reason today, just be happy. There''s more but these too are the most important. The skills was called "sage"


    Hmmm, pheww.. Visions and dreams is certainly easier than writing and to think i haven''t written about any visions yet. I''ve been scratching my hair since. Now I''m holding a clump of it in my hands. Does that mean I tearing my hair. Hmmm requires further study.

 3 dreams

    I just had a vision. Its nothing spectacular..simple really. But i don''t understand its significance . "yet"


    I was sitting on my favorite chair, reading a boring treatise on healing, with the sun setting idly. It was a nice view, the best really from on top the pyramid of orba , i must have drifted off when i suddenly heard a scratching sound, a little bit to my right. on top the coffee table on which were kept various fruits,


    I heard the scratches again. I couldn''t see anything, except for a faint outline buzzing at the edges of my consciousness. Immediately i noticed that. I decerned a ghostly rat eating something with the resemblance a spilled brain.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Just the shock of that alone snapped me out from my stupor and the scene disappeared. That was when the real screaming started. "the fulani''s have reached my secure heaven at last. If only i knew my travails were just starting.


    That''s what I''ve kept telling myself even till now. They were fierce unforgiving warriors who could wait years to avenge slights. But that isn''t even where my story starts.


    "dammit"


    I''ve lost track of the year and time I''m going to have to start over with the introductions.


    Hi, I''m vcente 8 years ago, precisely on 16th birthday, the fulani herdsmen raided our village, it was a long time coming. we were caught unawares, they didn''t come for loot. They came for revenge, i only lived because i was deemed to small to remember and because they needed hands to carry everything valuable they could lay their hands on.

 4: the great abdul

    My master it turned out, was named Abdul. He was a thin, very fair and wiry man, who looked as if he had a severe case of indigestion , he gazed at me, as if he suffered from a perpetual hunger. His first words after we assembled at the village square was.


    "you" he said, pointing at me


    "Me? " i asked, confused on why I''m being singled out amid 30 other children, between the ages of 5 to 13. I was still wondering if he was referring to me, when, he raised his hand,


    I didn''t see any movement. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    suddenly, "there were bright lights in my eyes, which had remarkable resemblance to stars. I think, i then blackedout for a moment..


    When i came to myself, since i was the youngest, i was given, due to my young age, bales of clothing looted from the village, the bales clothes were as high as a bale of hair. Only they weren''t as light, as you would otherwise think. There was as you might imagine, no words of encouragement. The only motivation we got, as we began our journey to the fulani city was, whipping with the flat of there machetes.


    I do not recall much about our journey, being so young then, saved me a lot from the trauma of which, people in that same situation were bound to face. However i do recall. In what seemed a sort of macabre hilarity, one of the fulani hunters getting bitten by a snake, very close to his nether regions. In that manner we got to the city of maidugri in the country of Bornu

 Back we go

    IF THIS STORY IS to be something resembling my book of deeds, we must begin at the beginning. At the heart of who I truly am. To do this, you must remember that before I was anything else, I was one of the miners of Minos


    Contrary to popular belief, not all Delvers are of the Shendi, my clan was not some poor batch of miners, trawling the shallow underground tunnels for mana crystals, we were titled delvers the elite of the elite.


    Our arrival in most towns was more of an event than the summer games and the naming rolled together. Our guild had over three dozen delvers: miners and grunts, apprentices and drillers as well as our environmental coordinator: My family


    My father was a better Delver and driller than any you have ever seen. My mother had a natural gift for music. They were both beautiful with blond hair and easy laughter. They were Shendi down to their bones, and that, really, is all that needs to be said.


    Save perhaps that my father was a noble before he was a Delver. He had told me that my mother lured him away from a ¡°miserable hell¡± with her zest for life and her love for adventure.


    My parents were never really married, by which I mean they never bothered making their relationship official with any church. I¡¯m not embarrassed by the fact. They considered themselves married and didn¡¯t see much point in announcing it to any government or God. I respect that. In truth, they seemed more content and faithful than many officially married couples I have seen sinceIf you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    We were on permanent retainer to the city of Allele, and the writ of the city opened many doors that would ordinarily be closed to the Shendi Delvers. In return, we wore the town colors, green and grey, and added the reputation of the town wherever we went. Once a year we spent two span at the city, clearing the mines of any dangerous creatures and getting more crystals than any novice miner had ever seen in one place.


    It was a happy childhood, growing up in the center of my family. My father would read to me from the holy books during the long wagon rides between towns. Reciting mostly from memory, his voice would roll down the road for a quarter mile. I remember reading along, coming in on the secondary parts. My father would encourage me to try particularly good sections myself, and I learned to love the feel of good words.


    My mother and I would make up songs together. Other times my parents would act out romantic dialogues. They seemed like games at the time. Little did I know how cunningly I was being taught.


    I was a curious child: quick with questions and eager to learn. With delvers and miners as my teachers, it is little wonder that I never grew to dread lessons as most children do.


    And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when I was forced to stand in front of the crowd. Not when the jurors tried him. Not when the wardens hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Duran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Duran bawled like a girl when little Cynthia tucked a rose into father¡¯s left pocket and ran back to her own father¡¯s side. My sister Phoebe murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.

 Back again

    For sometime now, I''ve been searching for a medium, to keep track of all my visions and dreams in a timely and chronological manner. I guess this is where this diary comes into play.


    My visions usually happens just as I''m about to fall asleep. You know that period where you are almost asleep but not yet, one small nudge and you''re in dream land. That''s the period i get glimpses of future events.


    It happens twice everyday like regular clockwork. Once when I''m just waking up and the second when I''m falling asleep.... Any interruptions during this period usually involves a huge psychic backlash, in the form of a pounding headache for a few minutes. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Now, imagine... I''ve been having this visions since i was eight years old....


    I have been digesting people experiences, futures, dreams and aspirations without context. For so long i didn''t realize that this was what i had.


    I had almost tagged myself crazy, but not yet.


    Each and every reader will henceforth have a something, maybe a moment in time, written down here.


    You will recognize when it''s your time, when I write about you.


    For now


    Shalom diary see you soon. Also i just lost my gift to witch.. She took a huge bite out of it. So I''m back to growing it up once more.


    A prophet told me that the way to grow these things is to spread your visions. So here I am, once again

 0.7 Mamrys

    I was in a deserted classroom with a friend, his face was indistinct, looking back i now realize his name, we were discussing about mundane things when he suddenly looked around and acted as if he wanted to show me a secret... he looked around to make sure no one was watching and brought out a full breast from his pocket, told me it was adaezes and told me to suck. Because i regarded him as a friend i didn''t question this... I just put my mouth on it and suckled. it was hard and big and tasted bland,


    He said "that isn''t how it''s done. He brought out his tongue and excited the tip so it could become hard.


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    That was when i got my senses and i started questioning my reality why would I be sucking a boob from a pocket brought up from a pocket.


    That incongruity woke me up....


    We used to have a myth in my kingdom that those who wanted to have unnatural wealth will have to suck the boobs of a local deity to extract the milk. The milk translates to riches.......


    This came as a normal dream till i realized what was happening then it started feeling like a vision when i was kicked out of the dream. I have had encounters before in my dream about this same girl and one of my married friends has always been trying to show me nude images of her... I don''t know what it means yet. But it has the scent of magic being used on me. And i detest that. I still have to get rid of the one that has rendered me poor and destitute (it requires a very powerful priest to get rid of) and sadly priests are in short supply.