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David started the day with a smile, usually he only had one anniversary to celebrate, but now he had two to think about. Although, he didn’t exactly have a deep relationship with one of them, he considered it important enough to him to celebrate, so he decided to start on a diary. As a historian he spent most of his days looking through notes, digging through history, uncovering what people did and didn’t want found. So, he wanted to share his stories with the future, with his family, or maybe the world.

He placed a small notebook on the desk before him, nothing cliché like a leather backed book or some kind of encrypted journal, but something small and simple; he readied his pen as if he was going to start any moment. Except, he was having some trouble, he became an archeologist not a writer, so he huffed and flicked his pen back and forth hoping something would happen.

[i]The[/i] 

He stopped there for a few minutes, and then scratched it out.

[i]It was a day like any other, and on this day I…[/i]

“Hhmm…no”

He tore out the page, crushed it into a ball, and flung it behind him. One day he was going to share this with family too, and he didn’t want to start this the wrong way, reading was a tough enough for the young as it was.

“How about…”

[i]If one saw the Indiana Johns movies, one would think being an archeologist was fun and action packed. Well, without significant help from a certain source, it isn’t. Being an archeologist involves what your, yourself, are doing right now except for hours as a day, as a job.

Stinks, right?

But I do have help. Almost a year ago I set out on an expedition to Brazil, just on the edge of the Amazon, where I finally found the remains of a tribe I had been following. From the movies you’d expect spike traps, pitfalls, and boulders. Luckily for me, there was almost none of that!

Boy I sure was glad, I’m not exactly out of shape, but I’m no athlete!

Anyways, there was just a few rooms, one of which had a beautiful crystal formation at the center, reaching all the way to the ceiling, and I touched it. Cool huh? 

Yeah, it’s boring I know, but it gets better with time, trust me. So, get this, I got super powers! That Terra Firma guy, that’s me!

There’s a few other things, but the main point is, I got super strength, speed, and a whole other package, I’m practically a one-man army.
And to whoever’s reading this, be it friend or family, keep it between us. [sub]But I think I can even take on Icon. [/sub] Not that I would though, great guy![/i]

“Hhmm” David grumbled again, squinted at the page for a few moments, before turning it.

“I’ll work it out in post.”

[i]Now, here’s where the diary part starts. As soon as I got out of there I spent about an hour messing around in the forest, testing out what I could do, before I got tired.

I swear, stamina was never a problem until now.

While I got lost I stumbled into some kind of poaching operation, caught a whole mess of guys pulling the claws right out of a bunch of animals, don’t ask me to name them though. I stopped them easily of course, I’m fairly strong after all. 

And after that I[/i] The constant scratching and tapping of his pen stopped.

“After that...I..” David pushed away from the desk slightly, staring off into the distance, dropping his pen in thought. There was an alarming gap in his memory, something he forgot, and something he didn’t.

“...I ended up in Lost Haven?”

He remained like this, with his brows scrunched together, searching his memories, until a certain someone called to him from behind his door.

“Hey, David, are you ready yet?”

“Oh!” David jumped back to reality, shut his diary closed, and stuffed it into a drawer. Today he started keeping track of the days for one anniversary, but there was another he was already on track for, and this one he didn’t want to miss.

Tonight, was a special night.