... As if I was an animal, they threw me into prison, just a few moments ago. They took all my belongings, had me running around naked in this cold and wet building. I was waiting for them to clear a cell for me, I heard the previous inhabitant hanged himself with his own hair that had grown so long over time. When they let me in, I saw everything the man had left behind - obviously they had just removed the dead body and hadn't cared about the rest. They'd even left his clothes there - good for me, I realized. First, because now I've got a cover for these cold nights, and second, I found this small book here with empty pages and a small pencil next to it. This will help me keeping my thoughts clear and organized. I still don't know why I landed in here...
What happened next? Read "Antaran's Journal" by Muddasheep to find out the story of Antaran.
Original web version: http://farm.muddasheep.com/#creations/stories/antaransjournal