"This is something that must be done alone; we are the GateKeepers in our family of many..." -Loki and Deoxys Parivel
It is the year 2025, December 17. The winter this year is one of the harshest yet. I am writing this to tell you of our journey, a Coming of Age, as you will, for me and my twin sister, Deoxys. We are the age of 15 in your realm, Realm 13; but in the main OtherRealm, Realm 7, we are 18. It is time for us to explore this savage and technologically advanced world.
I am writing this as my sister sleeps beside me, wrapped in a blanket we packed for our journey. Yes, I suppose it would only make sense to use some fire or manipulate sed source, but where we currently rest is dangerous territory, and I will not chance the discovery of our hidden existence in enemy territory. That, and she has the warming fire agate tight in her grasp.
Our elder siblings, the other eight, have already done their Coming of Age, and have kept a journal of it as I am doing now. But the world now is not as it was then. Greed consumes humans, and their lust for power. I suppose that is one thing that has not changed... Cyber technology is the rage at this time, the steampunk we saw as children taking its root in this Era.
My fingers are starting to freeze up. It is time to rest them, lest they continue to stay numb in the morning. Until then...