Notes from Cerxis

"It's strange to think I left home. It's so much larger than I thought it'd be. Everyone here uses magic, too, even though they say it's not magic. It's mutant or alien powers. But it all seems the same as magic to me. Then there are the other magics. The subtler ones. The crafts of their men and women folk. How can they put voices into a box? How can they make such strange things like fabrics that do not come from animals or the woven fivers of plants? Everything that surrounds me, everything I eat here is a miracle. Like ice that is not ice and comes from a box. The shoes on my feet- the shoes they gave me. The soles are spongy like no bone or hide or straw or wood I've ever known. I wonder sometimes where are the livestock? People here have so much meat and so much food. Yet we walk into a room and are given it. We do not hunt or barter with things we make. They exchange a greeting- a token or pledge I do not understand- and write words for their food. This I vaguely understand to be payment. But nothing makes sense to me. But does it matter? What I know in my heart is that my people will never be safe until the ones who sent the hunters of the sky to us are dead. They are our enemies and I must fight the so our people are safe. I am a warrior of the Xat and no matter what strange lands this enemy takes me to I will go. I will not be afraid."