Entry #1

Wednesday, 17 March

20xx

We have been here for close to 2 weeks, and turns out, I know frighteningly little about what it means to be Banished.

Despite the Purnama clan’s extensive history of Banishment at the hands of the Suryas (may Araneae smite their souls), we have extremely limited knowledge of what Banishment truly entails. I suppose it’s why I dreaded the day, even though I knew it would be inevitable. Because once the portal spits you out into Solum, there is no going back. 

I don’t know what I expected, really. Perhaps a barren wasteland, the earth bereft of magic and not a single lifeform in sight. Left to die slowly and excruciatingly under a beating sun, or perhaps an unforgiving torrent of rain.

I don’t know how to feel about the reality. It’s… very different from Lucerna, of course, but also similar in other ways.

I have memories of another life. Of the life that I lived in Solum. The life that I’m living right now. When the portal deposited us, I felt one last burst of magic, enveloping my bones and very soul, before it… dispersed. Perhaps that's what that was. Magic, weaving our existence into the Realm of Solum.

You’d think it would make me happy. So, we didn’t get dumped in the middle of nowhere with merely the clothes on our back and a family name no one who matters could recall. We… have a home. We speak the language of the land, somehow. Mother and Father have jobs. I attend an educational facility and have friends.

But it just hurts even more. We were not simply exiled. We were erased from the very fabric of existence that made up Lucerna, to be woven into the tapestries of another world entirely.

We were re-written to be powerless. Mundane. Human. With all the memories of what it felt like to be gods.

Getting used to the grey skies and putrid air pales in comparison to the nothingness. The empty, gaping hole where magic should be. Or, where I think it should be.

Mother and Father tell me it will be okay, that we shall one day get our revenge. But how will we, how can we, as barren and naked as we are? 

I’m exhausted. It’s late in the evening and I still have schoolwork to complete. It’s strange, filling in the answers to questions that should be alien to me, but somehow feel like second nature. I don’t know where my memories of the previous life end and the new one begins.

I should get some sleep. I’ll just copy a friend’s answers tomorrow morning.