May 25th, 1886
I arrived in a barren town in the state of Missouri today. Currently, I’m going by the name Oscar to anyone I meet. Not many of this period would understand the name Verschiebung and Oscar is unique, but still somewhat common. Word came to me of strange events in Wakenda. A person has experienced what the humans call magic. It most likely is, but not due to any of the fantasies humans believe. It is not this devil’s work they love to claim.
I suspect the actions described are the results of one of my people. A group of dragons would not necessarily make sense. It’s possible, like Salem, that these are humans with these abilities, but it took several special events to make their magic surface.
This feels more like the magic of a dragon than anything else. For starters, there only ever appear to be a single type of magic being used. Water suddenly flowed from the depths below according to the account of the man. A blue dragon, I suspect, trying to make life easier for those around them.
When I arrived, dust billowing everywhere, people looked at me with a strange concern. They suspect the worst from strangers, even if they have the best intentions. Truth is, unless this dragon is doing harm, I only want to meet them. Since coming to this place, I’ve met none of my kind and I have become very lonely.
The saloon here is quite nice for such a small town, especially for one that looks like it’s about dead. To be honest, I would settle here, if it weren’t for the attitude I’ve received. Responses have been curt from these people, almost as though my money were no good here. Is it possible that they know why this is happening and they are trying to protect the source?
Word didn’t spread from a local, but a stranger. Perhaps they’ve grown wary because of these stories appearing in papers. My room is decent and I’ve paid for a week. Of course, I suppose I could have just rented the room and paid for a drink each day. Then I could have filled my stomach with as much food as I wanted. Such a strange concept. Free food with the purchase of a drink. My job is not to discuss the economy of saloons.
Where do I go from here? Questioning people will lead to more distrust. Perhaps I should have stayed in New York and continued building the Hybrid Alliance. A dragon who really understands their magic would be a great boon for the alliance though. As it is, I only have the great-great-great grandson of Margaret Scott. His magic hasn’t surfaced, but she was a hybrid, and he should have the same magic as she did. Manipulation of the mind, the earth, the flame, and the water. Truly she was magnificent.
If only I could have saved her. They would have burned me at the stake if I had tried, or transformed. Where are you Kail? I know you’ll arrive some time, but will I have passed on? Time is fragile and most of us don’t have enough of it.
Allan Scott is the first, and only, member. His wages are meager compared to what I do have. He wanted to come, but I said no. He needs to learn the finer points of reading and writing, not to mention dealing with people on a regular basis. Because of his heritage he had stayed hidden in the woods of Maine, much like the rest of his family. Cold winters, hot summers. I only found him by chance.
I digress, I’m getting off track. The point is, I’ve arrived in town, and I have no sign of this supposed blue dragon. Any inkling of who they are, was not revealed in the article. Apparently, the figure was cloaked by a thick black material akin to wool. Their face was hidden, and their body revealed no discernible shape. When they were caught by the stranger, a blue aura around their hand, they ran and the stranger’s feet were encased in ice.
The location of the sighting was vague. An open area with trees surrounding it. The only identifiable feature of this place was the fountain of water that suddenly appeared. Perhaps, due to the nature of the saloons of this time, he had a bit too much liquor. Only time will tell.
What they call whisky is a facsimile of gocek, but it hits the spot at times. Tomorrow I will begin seeking this place out. I suspect that there will be many places that match its description in Missouri.