Personal journal of Cleric Themnai Solen, recovered from the ruins of the Monastery of Luvenhald (Naiyu Highlands)
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Status: Confiscated, sealed — Royal Archive | Library of the Obsidian Palace
This is the original personal account from the journals of Cleric Themnai Solen, a Aurenai-Reikai scholar of theology. The journal and entry were recovered in the ruins of the Monastery of Luvenhald in the Naiyu Highlands. It appears to be a dream-record in which Solen gives his personal, shaken account of a recurring dream, or vision, that he has had. Upon further investigation, it does not seem that Solen was a stable, let alone reputable, member of the clergy, and was regarded warily among his peers for borderline hysterical recounting of his dreams and an unnamed “thirteenth” Arcanum before the Twin Arcanum.
All records, teachings and literature are consistent in the fact that there were only 12 Arcanum preceding Hladamor and Ethestes, confirmed by their own storytelling. Many of the journal entries found within Solen’s journal are destroyed by weathering and water damage and are thus unreadable. This entry is considered to be the ravings of an unstable cleric, heretical and unlikely to be fact-based.
Journal of Cleric Themnai Solen 479th Cycle, 3rd Moon, 17th day | Aetus Malvigo D’arim
I cannot unsee it.
The visions returned again tonight. It wasn’t flame, it was shadow. It wasn’t the twins. Not even Her.
It looked at me – no, through me. And I felt... nothing. I simple felt the absence of Sahanis around it. It was as though the air had been torn from a room I hadn’t even realized I was in. This was not of the Caeli-Arcanum that I know. Yet... It was.
Thirteen. That number again. We name twelve, honor twelve, all of the songs and scriptures speak of twelve. But in every dream, it is thirteen. In all of these dreams – no, visions – there are 13 candles, thirteen seats. Thirteen rays of light on the dome.
The other clerics, they don’t have these visions. They don’t see what I can see. They whisper that I’ve come undone, but I know I’m right. I know we are missing SOMETHING. Everything I have tried to copy from these visions, the words make sense to me in the dreams but they mean nothing once they’re on paper. How can I show them? How can I make them understand? I copied the passage from the decayed wall in my last vision, but the words mean nothing on the paper, no matter how many times I write them. But I know. I remember.
“It was not sung. It was not given. It came between, and it took.”
None of them believe me. None of them know what it means, or perhaps they do. Perhaps they simply refuse to tell me. They won’t speak of it for long. Some don’t even hear me.
But I know.
There was a Thirteenth. And we cast it out.