I couldn’t write anything yesterday, way too much chaos. I probably won’t be writing tomorrow either. It’s not like I’m too lazy to write or anything just so you know. I’m getting transferred. That’s right, the king showed the imperial guard (That includes me too.) the contents of the parchment.

   It read as follows:
“Peace and Chaos they spin as one,
The burning rage of the glorious sun.
Send your men, send them all,
If you cannot win then you must stall.
P.S: Prepare for war.”

   Now we couldn’t make head or tail of that riddle, but we know war. So the king had his imperial guard ( Did I mention that includes. . . ME?) moved to the border of the monument. There’s rumours that the humans are preparing for war too, whatever follows next will be gruesome. . .for whomsoever takes my trident in their gut.

   Everyone around seems repulsive about the idea of a possible war though, there’s chickerman Tom who says he loves catching chickens from the surface and wants to keep doing that till he’s old.

    Tom was born with a chickerhook, which is like this rod with a hook at its end, I mean come ON. A rod with a hook at its end? Does that sound like ANYTHING  other than a lethal weapon? NO. He uses it to catch chickens! Tom has singlehandedly shamed our entire drowned race, I mean can you imagine humans doing something even REMOTELY similar? I bet if they were given a similar weapon they’d use it in the war, but no. . . not tom, he just wants to sit there, catching chickens.
  
   That’s it for today, signing off! (I really need a cool catchphrase. I also need sleep.)

Authors Note: ( Hey guys, thanks for checking out this chapter! The book will update at this time every week, Thats Thursday IST. Thanks and have a great day ahead!)