I am human. There is not much to see of me. As I am writing this I am befuddled by the concept of mankind allowing themselves to read what I have written, without cowering in fear of what I have said.
I am a dark wizard, and my powers are unknown. I live in a mountain, somewhere secluded. I have the capacity to travel with illusions, and I own the Orb of Illusion, so my location cannot be tracked.
Whoever finds this, it is nice to meet you. I will be sure to pay you a visit soon enough, as well as everyone you know. This world needs a bit of shame.
Pah.
*the rest of the page is tattered in old ink and water stains*