'"March 3/1920. 4 AM. I don't know where am i but i'm sure this will be one of our best discoveries. Me and my crew found an island. 6 AM. We went on the island. Its mesmerizing but also Has a strange feeling. Like we're being watched. 6:30 AM. We set up our fire and at the start of the next day, were going to the deep forest. Its dangerous, but someone Has to finaly find out why, right?"' '"March 4/1920 5AM In the forest, we found new species of plants (all marked up in the next pages). Now we are g—"' *The note wasn't finished. * '" March 20/1920 5PM Something is chasing us. We don't know what it is or...i should say i don't know...i couldn't find my crew...they might be dead..Void bless them, its all my fault..we should never had gone there. ITS A MISTAKE—"'

That's what you all could see from the notes of our adventurer, Where is the author? Well.. Scar was running through the jungle , panting with his leg hurt. His notes long lost, he could only pray someone would ever see them. "I-i have to..run.." He panted out.

It was two agonising hours of running and hiding. It was soon almost dark and....He hit something. Probably a branch of a tree, we don't know, it was dark.

But what Scar knew...was that when he woke up..He was in a...threehouse? "What the heck..?" Scar mumbered to himself looking around slowly. His head hurt like hell but...he didn't care. What he saw had his whole attention.

A..parrot hybrid perched up on of of the branches holding the house up on the tree, looking at him. The room they were in..was full of colorfull feathers, gems...It looked like a tribe tent..but felt like a normal house..very cozy one honestly.