Some entries I want to begin don't have enough foundation for me to write a full entry. But this one I want to share, even if it is unpublished. It's actually somewhat upsetting to me.
So I traveled off the coast of Nicaragua. Around that area there's an unmarked island that hasn't been discovered by humans. Rather, all the humans that have encountered this place have possibly not made it out alive. We wizards know of it, however. Some of us even choose to visit it like a tourist attraction. Of course the owner of the place has called it Isla de los Enterrados due to… well the zombies that overcrowd the island.
I came with the intention to study these creatures but truly, as rare and impossible as it sounds, I have found an ethical line I chose not to cross. I was disgusted and enraged by that place, by the concept of zombies in general, and could not find (as hard as I tried) a way to separate my feelings from the piece. Therefore I abandoned it. Perhaps my bias is showing more so than usual, but I don't feel like anyone could write an actual piece on zombies. There's too little substance, because, as I so horrifically found out, there's truly nothing there.
My studies are meant to form a bridge of understanding between wizards and other species that transcends false generalization and language barriers. It's one of the reasons I strongly encourage Linguae, the overlooked class that teaches spells for translations from English to Akkadian. I know most wizards don't want to venture out of their communities, but I believe it's an important tool. I hope Violet takes it.
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The reason the trip to Isla de los Enterrados has upset me so much was that I wholeheartedly believed I could communicate with zombies. That they had perhaps a secret language to communicate with each other (hence the hoards) or perhaps, at least, thoughts. What I found is that they're complete husks. Utterly empty. Their systems have completely shutdown and there's not even a little sense nor reason to their mindless shambling. I tried communicating telepathically and received stark silence. Even so, I was not so instantly discouraged. I began to believe that perhaps their spirits were there in the island and explored as best as I could with the proper protection. I did not find one ghost--not a single attachment to the decaying corpses shambling around. It was as if someone dug up their graves and put their bodies on display, but for eternity.
The man who owns the island refers to himself as the Zombie Prince. I'm not really sure to what race he pertains to. All I know is that he's technically undead too. He proudly stated that he keeps his heart somewhere on the island so that no one could permanently kill him. I perhaps let my bias get too in the way of my studies, but I couldn't stand being around this man and didn't want to learn even more about him, even less wanting to publish or give any semblance of credit to him. He has control over the zombies and views them as his army, more like toys if you ask me. This man takes the corpses of the dead, rips their souls away, and puts them on display like puppets. These zombies then act like a virus, spreading their mindless need to be satiated, the only purpose driving their body, not as a mind but as a reflex. It'd be best to kill them all. Put them out of their misery. Unfortunately, I feel like even if I made a stand and wiped out all the zombies of the island, the disgusting prince would just find more corpses and rebuild his army--banning me in the process. I'm not afraid he'll find this. He hardly seems to care about anything outside of his own ego. And even if he did, good. He ought to know the damage he's doing to the loved ones and forgotten ones. No one's corpse should be put on display like that. They're still quite not dead and it's a tragedy they have to go on like that.
Please don't support the island, if you're reading this. I refuse to go back myself. There's nothing funny about being chased by empty sacks of flesh decaying. There's no sport in it.
I'm repulsed, for once in my life. I hope figure out a solution in stopping it completely one day.