I didn't feel comfortable writing in this until I had put a good distance between myself and Alexandria. I wanted to make sure I could evade pursuit, and I believe I have made good enough distance to prevent that. I hope so, at any rate. I need to sit down and gather myself. I'm still running on adrenaline from just...up and leaving.
So, allow me to introduce myself. I am Malis Ornitier, a Black Mage, though still young (as Black Mages reckon it, at any rate), and just beginning to discover my magic capabilities. My father was Vivi Ornitier, one of the people who saved Gaia from a great evil, though he has sadly passed away. Before his death, however, Vivi created six new versions of himself, his 'children', of which I am one. Since the time of my 'birth', I have lived on the continent of Madain Sari with my family, being watched by Miss Mikoto. We have only recently journeyed to the kingdom of Alexandria.
For some time, I have been troubled. Ever since our birth, the original Black Mages have...stopped moving. We are an artificially created race, and our time is short; a year at most. Save my father, who, as the prototype, lived ten years. While other races, such as humans and Burmecians, can live up to a whole century, we are doomed to only experience the wonders of life for such short a time. That is what happened to my father, and is happening to the original Black Mages. My siblings and I were the last to be created; without the Mist, it has become impossible to create more of our kind.
I cannot accept that. I will not accept that.
I will not allow my people to fade and disappear from this world. I will change our fate. I will find a new way to create more of our kind, and dare I dream, a way to extend our lifetimes. Though if I am to do this, I must do it quickly. I am quickly approaching the one year mark. I know not whether I will live, or stop moving. Even if I do have a lifespan such as my father did, the other Black Mages do not. I must find a solution for their sake as well as mine.
I have not shared this with anyone else; not my siblings, not Miss Mikoto, not anyone. I was afraid they would not allow me to do this, but I must. I seem to be the only one concerned with preserving our people, our culture, what exists of it.
To that end, I decided I must leave my siblings and the life I have known, and set out to explore the world. There must be something out there, somewhere, that can help me. The journey to Alexandria gave me the opportunity. I took some money from Miss Mikoto, enough to buy supplies, equipment, and this journal to record my thoughts and findings...and at the earliest possible convienience, I left. I told no one, but simply left. With any luck, anyone wishing to find me will think I have gotten lost in Alexandria, and they will turn the city inside out before realizing I am gone.
I intend to make for the village of Dali. I remember being told there was a Black Mage factory hidden beneath it, though it will be unused now, if it still exists. I must hope it is still there. There may be something there I can use, a place to start, at least. From there...I do not know. I must hope there is something in Dali that will tell me where to go next, if I must go on after that.
I have sat here too long. I should get going. Dali is still a ways off and I cannot afford to waste time.
...I wonder if I will ever see my family, or my home again. I hope so.