Cannon Travel
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February 5 of the year 323
Undine's Day
I think to myself one day traveling through the Frosty Forest: "I've been in this world for four years, but I could not go back to my own word. Wizards who are in this dimension don't have any knowledge on a way to return to my world.
Living in this world seems to be home for me now. I have joined a clan to create that natural balance that should be in place here. There are no wars and no violence between the citizens of this dimension but
I still feel off. Is it I becoming home sick or is it for her? Shall a moogle find its way home? I guess not, thought sometimes that I shouldn't question my self."
"Hey man, you wanna go some where?" said A Cannon Travel Brother, as I approached. "You can go to Humbolt Island in a snap just buy one of these tickets."
"Humbolt Island? I guess a vacation in a nice quiet spot can do me good."
"Alright."
I enter the cannon. As I blasted off toward this island, I suddenly realized that I didn't know how the hell am I going to get down.