Nidget is The Worst Story Teller Ever

If I had known the story of how they got me out of my nightmare was Nidget finding something in my pocket and Valrym smashing it, I would have just put that in a sentence and been done with it! But no I let an idiot have my journal and he wrote a really boring story that included such gems as "I ignored the problem." THANKS NIDGET YOU LITTLE JERK I HOPE YOU DIE OF A DISEASE THAT IS LIKE DYING OF BOREDOM!

So anyway I'm back to writing and that ridiculous red pen Nidget had has been destroyed. I wish I could regale you of a tale of a wicked awesome retribution story, but there wasn't one.  Mainly because I didn't know who was messing with me, I remembered little of it, and the amulet that would have been a hint got destroyed by Valrym.  So yeah I live now safe in the knowledge I could once again be trapped in a dream world and subject to the likes of Nidget to get help, which means I'd be pretty boned.

I can suspect that the person behind it was a servant of that evil dark thingy whatever the weird it was underneath Ronerawth's capitol because of its aversion to earth magic.  But thats not 100% because Valrym tells me everything hates earth magic (which makes me wish I knew some, just you know out of annoyance, what? I'm petty).  At least for me it hasn't come back.  I would ask Toneron if he had some kind of ward or sigil to lend me, but he hasn't been around for a bit, dude just up and disappeared.  The guns keep showing up, but the man? No where.  Probably a good idea with the anti magical stance The Guard takes, whatever Toneron is probably would trip the wards The Guard has for early warning (oh yeah thats a thing now, which is funny because it takes someone magical to draw the wards, but there are plenty of us around to do it because honestly most magical people hate other magical people as well).

All in all things settled in, I got to open my store to a rousing mediocre success (enough customers to make money, not enough to stop you know selling things).  And the gang of idiots I associate with drifted off to do whatever they do when they aren't pissing me off.  That's how my life went for a year and then, well things got a little more exciting, kind of.  Look this story will be better than Nidget's at least!