[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

This is a forbidding planet, full of hostile wildlife, a scorching climate, and uncertain vegetation. I have already scanned through my gifted supplies, boons from my family and friends to aid in my survival through my trial. Though meager, as is customary, I believe they will be enough to get me started here. Hunting and gathering tools, some strong rope, and a few fire stones to ward off the chill. My first nights here will not claim my life. 
 
 In truth I do not fear for my ability to survive on this feral world at all, my clan has always been hardy and strong and I am no exception. My concern lies with the true reason for our kind ’ s forced exile: Communion. My psychic sense have always been… subpar at best, and my father has made no bones about his worry that I will turn out like my brothers, a fierce warrior but unsuited for leadership. He has ruled for 120 cycles and is beginning to show his age, by the time I am allowed to return it will nearly be time for his sending. I desperately wish to make him proud, and allow him to safely pass to the next plane. 
 
 I have read the guides given to me by our shamans, on the nature of Communion and how to encourage it. I can clear my mind of thought in a heartbeat, and my physical sense are unparalleled amongst my kin. Preparing for contact is a simple thing, I simply can not figure out how to extend my mind in greeting to another being ’ s. Perhaps my time on this world will fix that, forcing me to live on wits and instinct will bring me closer to the creatures here, hopefully enough that I might establish Communion with one of them. I also hope that my will proves strong enough to endure the bear of a feral mind, what few connections I have made with my kind have been intense as is, and that is with both minds having received training. I have heard too many tales of gifted upstarts mentally linking with large and fearsome beasts, only to have their minds brushed aside and dominated by them. 
 
 Only time will tell, and time is something I have plenty of. For now I will focus on survival, and possibly even comfort should this planet relinquish its secrets to me quickly. I hear a faint howling on the winds, and soon I will see if I am to be a hunter or prey on this planet. 
 
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 It is time. 
 
 I have weathered the harsh environment of this planet for two decades and have emerged its master. 
 
 Though nothing here can speak the creatures know this planet as Carnor, and I have learned all I can of this beautiful and savage world. 
 
 I still remember the night of my first communion, after five long years of grueling seasons, vicious indigenous creatures, and dangerous fauna. A storm destroyed my camp, I was wounded after fighting a pack of four legged hunters, and I was locked in mortal struggle with the last beast left alive. We both bled from many wounds, our life forces dangerously close to ebbing away, and in my desperation I reached out to a mind that was as hurt and scared as mine. 
 Communion. 
 Our bond was… intense. I recall spending several days crawling around on all fours hunting with the beast, nursing our wounds and regaining our strength, before my mind returned to me. 
 
 Abrecan became my best companion in the years to follow, showing me the way his kind hunts and gathers. I taught him what I could of logic and reason as well, and though he never developed the capacity for speech he certainly had the ability to display cunning. 
 
 My next Communion was with a great two legged beast I call Brutus, after Abrecan and I found him wounded and abandoned by his pack. This Communion was different, an extended hand of mercy and care instead of a frantic gambit for survival. I learned why Communion is so important, and powerful, a skill for my people. It wasn ’ t just my will that met with Brutus ’, but Abrecan ’ s too. The three of us shared the load of our minds connecting and we all were enhanced by it, learning of each others ways and customs. It was a feeling unlike anything I could even describe. 
 
 Here I stand years later, Communed with nearly every creature I come across, linking this world ’ s wildlife in a strong and secure web of understanding and trust. Hunters still hunt prey, but together we have forged new means of doing so. Creatures bred specifically without being communed, still acting on their base instincts to be hunted and eaten without having the burden of understanding placed on them. We work together to build shelter, cure the sick, and watch over our lands when rival packs wander in. Though I insisted we all remain equals, the creatures of this planet still treat me as Alpha to all, their protector and master, and I take my role extremely seriously. 
 
 Ironically I came to this planet to learn to lead, so I might take my father ’ s crown from him, and I find myself needing to designate an heir of my own. Abrecan has long since passed, but I have decided that Brutus shall take my place as Alpha here. He has mastered Communion alongside me, and understands the importance of the peace and connections we have forged. I look forward to returning soon, to see how Carnor has grown in my absence. 
 
 It occurs that these thoughts and stories can be found throughout this diary I have kept, an epic ledger of my growth, adventures, and ultimately my ascension. But I suppose I am simply feeling nostalgic, knowing that this chapter of my life is at a close. I am ready to lead my people now, but I will never forget the savage world that made me who I am.
