[NSFW] Anonymous' Voyage to the Hidden World

>In one of the royal buildings of Great Britain, an old man is smoking peacefully from his pipe

>Suddenly, an angry senior appears into the room

"That gormless tosser! Have you seen the bill this time?!"

>"Why yes, Stuart, I have seen it."

"And you are here just smoking?"

>"Yes Stuart, I am."

>The senior only sights

"I don't know how can you be so... accepting of his lifestyle."

>"It's in his blood after all. We never talked about it, if memory serves me right."

"You told me that it was for the best to not know."

>"While the Master is off his rocker most of the time, his kindness is the only thing that bests it."

"And you think letting him go on "adventures" will help him?"

>"It was that or being targeted for life."

"You say it like it was a decisive choice."

>The man finishes his pipe

>"You see Stuart: the Master's family hides a great secret."

"And that is?"

>The man leaves on the table a small, old book

>"Read the diary, it will make sense when you are done."

>Stuart is a bit annoyed, but grabs the book nonetheless

>"Now, be sensible. It doesn't have copies for a reason."

>The man opens the book

>[Anonymous' Voyage to The Hidden World; Feb 20th, 1302]

"What is this?"

>"You see Stuart: the Master's family was the first one to discover America."

"What? Nonsense! The discovery was made during the 16th century. You are telling me this family did it first?!"

>"On royal dime too. The Master's family was the first one to travel to the other side of the pond. Sure, it was an insane venture, but they tried anyway."

"If that's the case, then why is Columbus' name on the history books? Why not the Master's?"

>"To make a long story really short, I'd recommend you read the diary. In the mean time, I shall make us some tea and bring crumpets. We will have a lot to talk about after this."

>The old man leaves his pipe, and then exits the room

>Now is just poor Stuart filled with questions

>And one very old book to answer them

"Well, damn that old dog." *Looks at book* "As for you, better bring some answers as to why the Master is a big cockwomble."

[-----]

>Anonymous' Voyage to the Hidden World

>Feb 20th; 1302

By Jove, we are hired! We are truly hired! I can't even express it into words, we are just... hired!

Our council had troubles trying to convince the Royal Family for our venture, but we have to go beyond the horizon. Our daily squabbles with the spaniards, the frenchmen, and the scotts are just time wasters! If we truly want to become better, we must search beyond. Is just simple logic!

True, going from the right would be easier. But the many empires seeking for our riches would make us broke before we even leave India.

Still, a sea adventure! Gonna be honest, I'm just a small fish compared to many sea men, but if my first adventure is to make history, then by the queen I shall! In the future, the world shall know the name of Anonymous X. Incognito!

 

>Feb 21st; 1302

I am writing this in my own cabin! I am ecstatic! I must sound like a child to whoever reads this, but what can I say: we have departed! The old foggy island is behind us, and forward we have the sea and new adventures! I brought many maps and books, mainly to pass the time. I also saw a buffoon leaving a children's book in my personal library. Blast it, it can stay there. Never know when you will need kindling.

For now, I will just try to get used to the waves. God don't allow it, I don't want to learn what sea legs are.

 

>Feb 24th; 1302

A few days have passed. I'm still getting used to the waving, and the rude remarks of the sailors. I know I'm a "land dweller", but they think that if you never ventured, you may as well not exist to them.

Savages. In any case, I shouldn't mind much, the captain keeps them in line. Personally, I've been mostly reading the charts and making calculations. If everything goes well, we should see the Hidden World in a week or two. Supplies are abundant, so we should be fine.

 

[Stuart reads a few entries, not very interested until one was written with shaky fingers.]

 

>March 29th; 1302

Sod it, we are so lost. No Anonymous, hold yourself together, you mustn't despair...

Who am I kidding? We are screwed. We haven't seen land in almost a month of travel. I only hear waves, not even shanties anymore.

Our resources are starting to run low. I think I saw a man with scurvy. I'm trying to not get nervous, but I look at the captain, and he looks at me. He must want to ask me when we will see land. And the sad thing is... I want to ask him the same. We may have walked the wrong --------

 

[The entire next entry is scratched. Stuart turns the page.]

 

>April 1st; 1302

I lost myself a few days ago, and now I'm writing this to recover my sanity. After I scratched my diary I broke down. What I fear the worst is that I feel someone heard me. The crew is giving me the side eye.

I'm not a very sociable person, but even I know when everyone notices someone isn't right. And this time, that someone is me. I haven't left my room much since.

[-----]

>April 2nd; 1302

I asked today if I could read the captain's books, but all he gave me were his survival ones. With any luck, I shall never use them.

 

>April 3rd; 1302

Well, there weren't many books, but I read them all the same. Many times.

I wish the king and queen allowed more people to get an education, these notes could be lifesavers! But maybe an educated society would make us smart enough to not have rulers anymore.

A kingdom without king or queen, now that would be silly!

 

[Stuart chuckles: if only you knew, Anonymous.]

 

>April 10th; 1302

The worst has happened: a mutiny. Captain and I couldn't do anything. The entire crew was against us. I luckily managed to humor the leader, so no blood was spilled, but we are prisoners. I am trapped in my room with many of the charts, and forced to track a route back home. Problem is that I don't even know where we are, I only hear and see the waves.

No, I correct: I see clouds in the horizon. Maybe we have reached our destination. Shame I couldn't see land before it.

 

>April 15th; 1302

I can't believe it. I'm writing this because otherwise there wouldn't be a record, but I feel it will be for naught. The 11th a storm came, and the thunder hit out vessel directly. The ship was destroyed, and the men were drowned. I am the only survivor. The hit made my chunk of ship a badly-improvised boat. My entire room is now a tiny boat floating on the sea. Good thing a random barrel clogged my window.

I don't know if call it luck, or if some fae enjoys my suffering. We'll see when I die.

 

>April 17th; 1302

I can't believe it! Land! I heard some seagulls, and I followed them! I have found land! Oh, if my family knew their little Anonymous was a lucky sailor!

I did many things after I reached it! Drop on the sand, cry, scream, roll, I am so joyous!

I couldn't bring my boat deeper, so all I did was grab all that I could to make a livable spot. Is incredible how one can work so fast when it's desperate.

Well, I guess this is going to be an adventure journal now! Explorer Anonymous! Now that has a nice ring to it.

 

[Stuart skips the next page. It was a massive list of all the resources the new explorer had with him. After that, small entries of animals and local food.]

[Nothing interesting, until he reads a weird entry.]

 

>April 29th; 1302

I've been travelling these woods for a long time, and I've been very adamant about this line of thought. Being the only survivor of a massive disaster makes you accept that you will be alone, so you can have your nuttery moments in peace. But the reason I'm writing this is because.... I am not alone. I don't know if it's my mind playing tricks, or if it's a mirage of these lands. Even a fae's cruel trick to make me surrender would sound sensible. But the truth is I feel someone else is with me. I shall make a test: tonight, I will leave some food in a trap. Whatever is following me, it shall be put down and eaten. Rule of the mightiest.

[-----]

>April 30th; 1302

By God, I captured a girl! I left the trap, and during the night I heard a scream! A woman's scream!

I thought it was a weird animal mimicking our speech, but it was a girl! When she saw me, she started to growl and kick and----

[Part is scratched]

I'm rewriting this because, well, I can't believe it myself. I captured one girl, yet nobody came for her. I let her free, and she ran away. But there has been no responses after the fact. Did I scared the natives? Or was she truly alone when I captured her? We'll see when the days go by.

 

>May 8th; 1302

The temperature has risen, so that means summer is coming. I may have new meals to enjoy, but my thoughts are still with the girl. There has been no answer after my capture. And if she is alone, then that means she may be in danger.

I will venture deep into the forest. If this is my last entry, let The Crown know Explorer Anonymous has fulfilled his purpose, yet I'm afraid we weren't ready for this challenge. Maybe in the future.

 

[Stuart only huffs at the "future" remark. To think that humanity back then took 2 or 3 months travelling, and now that can be done in hours.]

[He turns the page once again.]

 

>May 10th; 1302

I have found her. And looks like I did it in time. She wasn't living far from me, she was in a cave near a mountain, north of my camp. She was passed out on the ground.

Exhaustion, if my basic view could understand. The captain's old books may have some medical notes. For now, I brought her back with me, gave her some water, and let her rest near the fire. If everything goes accordingly, she may wake up soon.

 

>May 11th; 1302

Well, she woke up. Her body is still weak, so she couldn't run away. But even if she could, I doubt she wants to do it. She looks so defeated and depressed.

Was she abandoned by her kin? What cruel land have I arrived? Doesn't matter. A child is under my care now, and I must act accordingly.

 

>May 12th; 1302

She is a tribal, thru and true. I cannot communicate with her, her tongue is one that I never heard, and when I talk to her she can't understand me. At least she is recovering well.

If there was a way to

 

[The entry ends there. Stuart turns the page.]

 

>May 15th; 1302

The children's book. The bloody children's book. I don't know if call it a godsend or a bad jest made by a bloody twat.

I've been teaching this girl our language, and needless to say, the fact that the progress is slow yet constant makes me sick on my stomach.

I am a scholar turned into a home teacher! I know it sounds like I am complaining, but this is joyful as it is stupid. I survived impossible odds, kept alive by my wits, and suddenly I am a nanny!

Blast this expedition!... But to be honest, the fact she is learning is reassuring. If everything goes well, maybe I'll be able to communicate with her. Enough of this entry, she has been playing near the beach a lot, and is time to eat.

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>June 20th; 1302

Smart lepper. She can now say her name and some sentences. Since she has been fond of the seeds I find, I chose to call her "Seed". May The Lord bless her. She also says "baba" a lot, yet sounds like "babs". Reminds me of my old teacher, making fun of the spaniard tongue, calling spit "baba."

In any case, she guided me to the beach rocks at the south, and we have found more of my old vessel. More supplies, we should be fine this summer.

 

>June 22nd; 1302

Seed has been crying today. I managed to reassure her, and now she is sleeping. We have found a body. The captain.

Ironic, he was at the other side of the ship when the storm happened. If he were with me at that moment, maybe I'll have someone else. A group of three makes everything possible.

But I guess is confirmed: I was the only survivor, and Seed is all I have. I fear I am also the only thing she has.

 

>June 23rd; 1302

My fears are becoming premonitions, I -------

No, I shouldn't think like that. I returned to the south beach, and gave sepulture to the captain, it was the only thing I could do. I told Seed to stay, but she saw me. When I was done, she told me she was alone. When I brought up the storm as the cause, she started to tear up.

That cursed storm has left us stranded in this world.

 

[Stuart wonders how this man had so much mental fortitude, but quickly put those thoughts aside. He must be doing it for the girl.]

[Is the Master strong for others in need? Only one way to find out.]

[*Flip*]

 

>July 1st; 1302

Well, it took a while, but I moved my camp from the coast to the cave. Seed told me this was the place she hid the most. A few ventures made me study it, and is mostly habitable. Not very deep, so it can work as a refuge.

I brought some equipment, supplies, food. We should be alright. She also hunted a rat and wanted to eat it. A valiant girl, the little Seed.

 

>July 10th; 1302

The shade of the trees is amazing, and the food growing will maintain us alive for many months! This was a good place. Seed asks me what I'm doing, so I told her: "I'm writing a journal."

Poor innocent thing, her mind can barely comprehend this world, and here I am, a cultured lad, trying to explain it to a savage. Maybe I should teach her to read and write. The mind is a good muscle to train after all.

 

>MEEEE SEEDOODd MEEE GOOO BA8A GOOC

 

[Stuart is a bit perplexed before laughing. This must be Seed's notes.]

 

>July 30th; 1302

Well, teaching Seed has been an endeavor, but not useless!

Writing and reading is still taking some time, but we can talk properly now. She'll be a fine maiden when she grows up.

Yes, a nice maiden____

[The letter trails off]

By The Crown, Anonymous! I know you are in need, but you can't think about her like that! She is a child, and she needs you!

 

[The entry ends right there as Stuart has his eyes as big as plates.]

["You... you piece of wonky child-bonking nutter!"]

[*Flip!*]

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>August 8th; 1302

Investigating this forest is a bit of a hazard. Many animals and vegetation are big due to the summer, so food is abundant. That means hunters are preying for meals.

I have found wolves hunting in packs, and bears, one as big as a huge boulder.

Luckily they hunt fish by a nearby river, but I also saw one smack a tree with ease, where the fruit fall and ate it like a child eating a bit of porridge.

Hunting down those animals may be a suicide, so it's better to avoid them. The deer and small critters should do well for meat.

 

>August 13th; 1302

Tanning leather was never my forte, but the books were good for knowledge. Seed helped me find some very sharp stones, and I have made a tanning rack. We should have good leather soon enough.

 

>August 16th; 1302

I replaced the old cloths with the tanned leather I have made. With the fur, it should be a good protector against the cold. The cave works, but if we work early, Fall shouldn't be hard on us.

 

>August 20th; 1302

I have been playing with Seeds. She is so energetic and jolly. It puts my mind at ease I

 

[The note ends.]

 

>August 21st; 1302

Seed was almost attacked by a pack of wolves. She screamed, and I ran at her. Surrounded by four.

I fought them, and I survived. But my body was seriously wounded. No vital organs, so I should live. I'm mainly writing this to calm myself down. Poor Seed has been with me all day, trying to heal me back. Time will have to be the medic now.

 

>August 23rd; 1302

I yelled at Seed today. When I was sleeping, she sneaked off the cave. She went to the coast and investigated the wreckage. There, she find some medical equipment and books.

I guess something was still usable there. But that's not important. When she returned in the morning, I yelled at her for running off by her own. This place is not safe.

I made her cry, and sh___

 

[The page is ruined. By liquid it seems.]

[*Flip*]

 

>August 25th, 1302

Gods protect this child, I have found her again. We hugged all day.

We apologized. She for running off, and me for yelling at her. I will not hurt this child again.

I need her, and she needs me.

 

>Sept 4th; 1302

The scenery is changing. Fall is coming.

My wounds are doing better, thanks to Seed. Her bravery saved me, just how I saved her from those wolves.

Seeing the leaves change makes me wonder: what will we do in winter? There's nothing to recover from the wreckage, and all the food we could forage will not grow back until Spring.

I have been thinking about going beyond the mountain, into mainland. But on the other, I don't want to.

Seed told me that area was where the storm took her camp away. I don't want her to see her kin's corpses.

I shall think of this during the days.

 

[Stuart reads a few of the next entries.]

[Nothing interesting, only daily activities.]

[Eventually, he reaches the final choice: we are not moving.]

[Now the notes are about prepping for winter.]

[-----]

>Nov 11th; 1302

The first snow has fallen. Seeing this forest go from lavish green to yellow and copper was almost magical.

Sadly, that means less food. Still, some roots and nuts are edible. I wanted to try the mushrooms, but I'd rather not risk it. I don't know if they will be good or poison me. Ugh, so much to learn about survival.

 

>Nov 15th; 1302

Seed and I played with the snow. She told me she played with her friends by throwing balls of snow at each other. Sometimes other adults joined her.

Reminded me of the old days where the lads and I played throwing mudballs around.

London, so far away from me. Odd, but I guess nostalgia for the gloomy island is to be expected. It's been long since I ventured, and now I am starting to remember I had a home.

No, my home is with this child now. She needs me. She is strong, but she is still a kid, and I'm the only adult to take care of her.

I must stay.

 

>Dec 1st; 1302

I had a cold, but it will leave soon. I told Seed to keep a distance, she may get sick.

 

["Oh no" escaped from Stuart's lips. He turned the page.]

 

>Dec 3rd; 1302

Seed has fallen ill. Fever and violent coughs is coming from her. She is struggling to breath.

I managed to calm her enough to rest, but she won't last long like this. I must do something, anything.

God, please don't leave this child now.

 

>Dec 4th, 1302

She is not recovering, I feel is getting worse. But she told me how her tribe healed when they were sick or damaged. A vine with red berries that grows in a cave near her old home. She told me only a shaman was allowed to enter that ground.

She is sleeping. Forgive me, little Seed, but is my turn to run away. Please resist.

 

>Dec 5th; 1302

Seed told me a curse. Good to know she is recovering.

During the night, when she was sleeping, I ran as fast as I could to the remains of the tribe. It was hard to find, the storm really washed the entire land.

But I managed to find the cave. Thankfully the berries were easy to spot. I can't believe a berry that big would grow in winter, yet I grabbed enough to make jam and pastries if I wanted.

But instead I smashed a few and boiled the goop. She drank it all, and looked way better than before.

This miraculous vine has saved my Seed.

This place is no longer useful. We will move to that cave. Maybe I can find something more useful in those areas. I hope I don't find any corpses of her tribe.

[-----]

>Dec 15th; 1302

We moved into the berry cave. There are more vines inside, and even more berries.

Seed was worried. I guess is hard to get rid of a taboo, but is like entering Christ's tomb. You are not supposed to be there, and here we are, making a parade of his corpse.

Well, not that dramatic, but there's a reason. Seed only told me as much as she could remember: the shaman tended to the vines, and if anybody was sick or gravely injured it took ONE berry. Turns out those berries grow in different sizes. If it's big, is used for big problems like broken limbs or terminal sickness. If it's something small, a small one will do, like eating a small bite of meat pie.

She also saw that some times, they would grab a vine, rip it from the ground, and burned it.

Now that I think about it, the cave has more vines that a normal one. Funny to say because this is the second cave I saw in my life. Maybe if we moved to high land, it will be enough.

 

>Dec 19th; 1302

Well, stopping us from eating the berries was a failure. The fruit is so sweet! Like a treat for children.

I gave a few to Seed, she needs to be cheered up, the lovely lass.

 

>Dec 24th; 1302

It's Christmas. I wanted to give Seed something nice, so I made a wooden doll for her. She was so jolly!

But she was uncomfortably close to me. She also didn't stopped smelling me, especially near my groin. Maybe some distance will do.

For now, a nuts-and-berries dessert! Merry Christmas!

 

[Stuart's blood went cold, thinking about the last few entries.]

[Does the berries gave some... aphrodisiac effect?]

[.... *Flip*]

[Most of the page looks damaged, but is readable.]

 

>Dec 25th; 1--2

Merry Chris--- -us, congrat--- for your ---thda-

Today I --- chop--- wood, and Se-- --s playing around. But when I was re-----ing home, Seed hug -- --d started -- --iff so close to my -----, her lips kissed my -----.

I wanted to ---- her, but

 

[Most of the page is gone, only a note at the bottom.]

 

"I shouldn't write this one-handed."

 

["BOLLOCKS!" yells Stuart as he drops the book. His blood goes cold when some pages separate, but manages to put them in order before leaving it on the table.]

[As for now, he has found a book on pedophilia crimes.]

[But is it right to call it that? It was in the past and- No. He won't reason this now. He has to know more about the Master's mystery.]

[... but a book on pedo content may make him regret this choice.]

[*Flip*]

[... The pages are more damaged.]

 

>--- 6th; --02

Tod-- Seed was in my ---, and she was pa---g heav----.

I though she --- ---- but when I checked her, she had my ---- ---- --r han--

So small, so cur---

 

I Shouldn't write this one-handed

 

>De-- 27--; 130-

----iced our changes. I am trying to look at her with other ----, but my mind goes -------

I hugged and I used to pat------- has changed. My arms surrounds her like a lover to----- she doesn't resist. I rub her arm------ as she pants and moans. I'm trying to-----

 

My book will end sticky if I keep this up

[-----]

["Wanker" replies Stuart, noticing a few pages stuck together.]

[*Flip*]

 

>Jan 1st; 1303

I am Anonymous X. Incognito. A man of letters, reason, and intellect.

And yet, I have copulated with a child.

 

["Called it.]

 

I want to say it were the berries as an excuse. But as a man I am responsible by my actions as well. Maybe it was meant to be this way: I am a man, and her a woman. Not of age yet, but a woman nonetheless.

And while I wished we would bond like a father to a daughter, that bonding is no longer possible. I shall start from the beginning:

 

It's new year, and Seed told me about a place her family visited every new year. During these days, a star shines brighter than any other in the sky, while is surrounded by a rainbow. She wanted to see it again.

We geared up, we prepared, and walked to the spot. There it was: in an open clearing, up in the sky, there was a star, shining brighter than the moon, as an aura of colors surrounded its presence. Her family and shamans told a tale: the great spirit visits our world each year, and only this night it allows itself to be seen.

"If you could wish for anything, what would you ask for?", I told her innocently. She replied "for baba to stay." I asked what it meant, it's her tongue after all.

 

Husband

 

Turns out the moment I took care of her, I committed a ritual of fraternity. If the woman is sick or in peril, and a man saves her, he becomes her husband. I admit I was surprised by this revelation, but then I accepted it. If it weren't me, she would've died alone after she was on her own.

She asked me what would I wish for.

"To see this new world with you forever", I answered.

This land has been harsh on us. But at the same time, it hasn't killed us. We have food, a safe place, and we are together.

Under the rainbow-colored sky, we saw each other eye to eye. It's the first time in a long one I noticed her green eyes, shining like emeralds.

She read some of my novels, so I imagined she acted like the maidens in those tales: she moved forward. And I complied. We kissed under the star's light. Oh, her tiny lips were barely covering my mouth, and yet she gave her all, shoving her tongue and moving left and right. I hold her hands, and slowly guide her as she finally became a lady.

To be honest, I barely managed to contain myself. I had my share, I visited Whitechapel before. But this time it was special. It had to be special. For her.

Our kissing session could rival one of the french ones, easily. But it didn't stopped there. The light of the star and the moon allowed me to see a bed of flowers. They were big and fragrant. The perfect bed.

I carried her up, and rest her there. She looked confused as I was undressing her, but I told her it would be ok. She lay there for me as I removed her clothes, and when I pull my pants down and showed her my phallus, she spread her legs as she panted in desperation.

I was desperate too, as I slowly penetrated her. By the Lord, it was just magnificent.

[-----]

Her tiny hands held mine as I was pushing in and out of her, trying to not succumb at the next trust. Oh, so long without a lady has made me more sensible, but I succeeded nonetheless!

She hold me for dear life as I felt how her muscles were holding me in a clutch. And when my movement became erratic, she hold me with her legs, to not let a single drop out.

It was simply divine. I have deflowered Seed, yet she only rested herself there, laying for me to keep going. And kept going I was.

Using her like a cheap tramp, yet holding her like the cutest of porcelain dolls. We kissed, we breathed, we moaned and yell. It was our glorious moment.

When I finally returned from my lecherous dream, I discovered it was reality. I was naked, my penis resting soft, and her sleeping on my chest, her cheeks red and with a smile so bright.

If paradise exists, I have found it, and is with her.

 

[Stuart puts the book down for a moment.]

[While the discovery of a child-bonker in the Master's family was shocking, he actually had more questions than answers.]

[So far this looks like a very childish tale of a man surviving impossible odds. Well, pedophilia aside. Why is this a secret?]

[Well, just a few pages to the end.]

[*Flip*]

[... These entries aren't any better.]

 

"I must stop having sex with Seeds. I feel animals are hearing us with how much she yells."

[*Flip*]

"Oh, her mou-- -- -o wa_____"

"Stop writing while jerking off, you wanker!"

[*Flip*]

"I shouldn't have left my journal in the open. Now Seed calls me "Wanky"... but I love her devilish smile when she teases me."

[*Flip*]

"She jerked me off while she was calling me "Wanky" many times. Dear heavens, it was so hot but I'm spent."

[*Flip*]

"I woke up inside her again. Oh, if she could sire chil_____

[half the page is ruined]

"Done it again, you wanker."

 

[*Flip* *flip* *flip*]

 

>March 30th: 1303

Days of eating, sex, and sleeping truly made us animalistic. But today I received a grim reminder of my position. A roaring thunder awakened us up. I don't want to scare Seed, but the noise was as grim as the day of my unexpected sinking.

I went to investigate, and my fears are true: a big storm is coming.

We don't need to worry. I have seen many mountains in the area, and one may be tall enough to keep us safe. I shall move as much as I can. we must excape.

 

[The last page at last.]

[*Flip*]

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>Final entry

This is the last entry of my journal. I am Anonymous X. Incognito, and one year ago I arrived to these lands. Not by choice, mind you. But this was the best case scenario after what I've been through.

These days after the storm has left this place in ruins. Many of our sources of food and water were damaged. My wife and I were prepared, so we survived.

But after reading my memories during the rainy days, it made come to a realization: I must venture beyond. I have no choice. The land may be dangerous, but Seed and myself alone won't live for long. We must find companions, new lands, new opportunities.

Today I wrote this in the morning, before we leave this coast into the mainland. I remember being sad about the family I left behind, the land of Britain, and even the poor men that sailed with me.

But now, I regret nothing. I survived. I have saved Seed. We are man and bride. And now, we will embark together to the Hidden World.

I lost many of the books and maps I brought with me, not many remain. The only ones I keep safe are this diary, and the children's book. The one that taught Seed my language. Now is my turn to learn the new ones of this place.

Goodbye, and God bless us.

 

Anonymous X. Incognito

April 17th; 1303

 

[... *Poof*]

>As Stuart closes the diary, the old man returns with a tray of scones, pastries, and a kettle with two tea cups

>"So, have you finished the diary?"

"I did."

>"What do you think?"

"A simple adventure journal, sprinkled with a bit o' "child loving", so to speak."

>"Is that it?"

"Well, there's the berries, but tha couldn't have been, right?"

>"Actually, thanks to those berries our Master's lineage has managed to survive. Anonymous crashed on the coast of Port Hope, Canada. And after that he went south, seeking warm lands. By the time colonials reached America, his decendance reached New York. When they spoke our tongue, we thought we were with good friends, until the whole "child loving" part appeared."

"What does the berry has to do with this?"

>"It gave them strenght. The berry is the fruit of a very strong vine. It must grow on land because any tree or root is drained from its life. And with that berry, they overpowered us. We brought a couple of them to our Queen's land, but this was a mistake. They brought the berry with them, and they became stronger here as well."

"So why the secrecy of this berry? Humanity could use it for good."

>"Turns out this berry makes males desire younger lasses, and if these ladies eat it too, they will answer as well."

"Ok. So the secret was having a dangerous berry. Good thing the vine is dead by now, I suppose."

>The old man drinks tea

"... The vine survived, right?"

>"And not only that, is under British Security. The berry has made the Master's family very powerful and wealthy. Some even were hired by the Royal Secret Service. Anon is the only "black sheep". After the americans "silenced" that gent "E", he went on a personal quest to destroy similar joints."

[-----]

"And why is the Royal Family letting him go?!"

>"Leverage. The Master gets all the dirty info, and gives it to the crown. Our kingdom uses it as political leverage, and both retain a very belligerent relationship."

"Should we be worried?"

>"While men of the Master's family end with ladies of age, we should only worry if they end with a younger one. Those give them a boost for some reason. Hell, the Master's great grandfather knew about Garbo playing two-face in the 2nd Great War, and the only reason he didn't kill him was, and I quote: either you give me papers for me and this girl to escape to America, or I'll make sure the nuclear bomb gets used in Spain as a "test" during your funeral. Your choice."

"Something of worth in that tale?"

>"Besides the forbidden romance? Just a story of a man protecting a child who lost her family during the war. Interestingly, the girl was austrian, not jewish, as one would believe."

>A few moments later, the men finish their little meal

"So, that's the secret?"

>"Yup. Looks like our Master's natural call has come, and he answered."

"You somehow sound happy."

>"I was a friend of the Master's father, so I knew him the most. I'm just happy a true Redberry can exist in this world."

>Suddenly, the noise of the main door opening comes up

>"Let's go, Master Anonymous has returned. You can meet him in the entrance, I must prepare his luggage."

"Wait, he is leaving again? So soon?!"

>"He only comes back to deliver whatever intel he found, and goes away while we make negotiations. Now go, I must hurry to my duties."

>The old man leaves, as poor Stuart now gather his courage to see the boy face to face

"... Secrets or not, he must answer to this bill."

[-----]

>Many butlers and maid gather to the entrance, just to be yelled at by the new guest

>Anonymous Redberry, the last of his name

>Son of a American businessman and an british royal woman

>And he came back angry

"God-fucking-damnit, I said I didn't wanted no homecoming! Just get me a beer and some food, I'll be fine!"

>A butler arrives with a beer and some chicken tenders

>He eats and drinks like a scottish in happy hour

"The fuck is that piss? Heineken? Next time bring me something stronger, or you guys are fired."

>"Good to see you again, Master Anonymous."

"Hey... Stuart, was it? Accounting?"

>"Oh, you still remember me."

"I remember you yapping all day about cost and losses.... where's Charles?"

>"Your butler? He said he was preparing your luggage."

"Oh, good. Thanks."

>The boy walks, but Stuart stops him

>"Sir! We haven't talked yet!"

"We just did. Move."

>"We didn't! You have massive expenses, and you must answer now!"

>Stuart shows him the bill

>Anon just shrugs, and moves on

>Stuart stops him again

>"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Move."

>"No."

>Anon takes a deep breath, and looks at Stuart directly at his eyes

"MOVE YOU WANKING-COWARDLY-PEN PUSHING-STUPID-NERDY-MANBABY-CRYING-NUMBER CRUSHING-NAGGING-PIECE OF BUREOCRATIC GARBAGE-RETARDED-ANNOYING-WORTHLESS ACCOUNTANT!"

>The poor man just reels at such insult

"WELL?!"

>"Y-you s-sir... are rude."

"Ouch, my pride." answers the boy ironically, before moving the man to the side, and go to his room.

>There, he finds Charles

"Hey Charles."

>"Hello Master."

"Hey man, I told you: no need for honorifics. You are like family to me."

>"If you say so. How was your trip?"

"Esh, could've been better. I only have found drug dealers or big time con-men. Not many rings lately."

>"That simple?"

"Well, there was an arms dealer, but that solved itself when I blew up the place."

>"I hope it doesn't bring any repercussions."

"Sold weapons to the enemy, so CIA shouldn't care much."

>The boy gives a dossier with all the information

"Is that enough? Stuart was a bit angry this time."

>"Hmmm... I feel it should, but you need to lay low for a while. How about a vacation?"

"I don't want to return to SEA."

>"I was thinking somewhere more lively. How about New York?"

"I thought you didn't wanted me to ruin dad's affairs."

>"He is having a meeting in LA now. After your small involvement in eastern lands, some "associates" are getting nervous."

"I guess I went too hard, huh? Well, NYC should be enough. Maybe some non-gentrified hood will do."

>"Excellent. I shall have your luggage ready soon, you take a bath and change your clothes. You look like you were in a shootout."

"I was. Thanks Charles."

>"You are welcome, Master Anonymous."

[-----]

>A few hours later, the boy is ready for a "vacation"

>He didn't lose time, as the moment the plane touch ground he went straight to a rumored "safe haven" for CP enthusiasts

>Sadly, the lead was fake. Just another gang hideout where one dude happened to save that content in his PC

>NYPD should be happy at least. A bust they didn't even had to do

>But this also meant walking home to not bring any attention

>A few hours later, he sits on a park bench

*Sight* "I'm burned..."

>He checks his pockets, before finding a small box with a note

>[This may cheer you up. C.]

"Gee, thanks old man."

>Anon opens it and finds two big red berries

>He takes one

"A berry?"

>"Thanks, dude."

>A teenage girl takes it and eats it

"Hey! That wasn't for you!"

>"But you invited me."

"Don't get smart with me, kid."

>"I ain't a kid! I'm grown."

"Yeah, right."

>Anon eats the other berry, before noticing the girl eyed him

"Are you lost or something?"

>"No, is just... Sir, you know where you at?"

"Should I?"

>"Yeah. This is the hood."

>Both see a patrol car going somewhere

"I think I'll be fine. Cops roll around. Besides, aren't you a little late for bed?"

>"I said I'm no kid!"

"You have a funny voice. Italian?"

>"No, Jersey."

"I'm not good with American accents."

>"You sound American."

"My family is british, kid. I haven't touched American soil in a long time."

>"Well, I know these streets, so I can give you a tour!"

"A tour? This late?"

>"If you pay me."

"How about this: do you know this address?"

[-----]

>The girl read the note Anon is showing

>"... Is my address."

"Oh, so you live in this apartment block?"

>"Yeah. But that's my floor."

"Really? Well, if you show me the way home, I can give you some money. Sounds good, neighbor?

>"Ok!"

>Anonymous rises from his seat, and follows the girl

>In the mean time, the girl points at various places while walking

>"There sell good pizza... and Tony works in that store."

"Who's Tony?"

>"Momma's friend. He always brings soda when he visits... and there I am learning to cut hair."

"You want to be a hairstylist?"

>"My hair is cool, ain't it?"

"I suppose. Is very red."

>"Thanks! Is natural, believe it or not... and there they sell good fried chicken."

"Noted."

>Moments later, they are at Anon's door

"Well, thanks for taking me home, kid."

>"I'm not a kid, grandpa!"

"You haven't told me your name. What you want me to call you? Girl?"

>"My name is Babs. Babs Seed."

"Anonymous Redberry. But you can call me anon."

>"Ok anon.... so, can I come in?"

"Won't your mom be worried?"

>"She works late today, so I'm alone. Can I stay, please?"

"You are way too trusting, Seed. What if I'm a crazy guy, or I do ugly things to people?"

>"The berry wasn't drugged, and the cameras in this building got your face."

"Smart for someone your age, good for you."

>"I'm a quick learner. So...?"

"Fine, I'll order something. Just don't go make a mess, alright?"

>"Yay!"

>The girl enters anon's apartment

>(Is only one time, how bad can it be?), thinks anon

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>In a small cave in the british countryside, a man is tending to a vine growing inside

>There, he notices a star, shining brighter than the other ones

>"... Is your call, Master. I hope you at least make your girl happy."

 

 

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