Hello all, I am known by many names online. But you, you can call me…

  Tim?

  Juju said that I couldn’t be trusted to be impartial on any of the rest of the documents we are putting out this week, so you get me for this collection. These are some of the physical documents still in the boxes around the lodge, and if the dates on the golden cube are to be trusted, which is not a guarantee, these fall next in the chronological order of events.

  You have me to thank, viewers, for finding these, as Fumushu and Juju are still trying to make ‘magic’ work. If they find anything, I’ll be sure to edit it into the fourth video, don’t hold your breath. I give more than good odds there’s nothing to find.

  So while they mess around with yarn and that impractical ‘magic’ computer, I’ve been doing the actual work, scrounging through ink and paper.

  Now there is a diary entry for this date as well, but old Granny Trinaday is a bit too angry in that to write coherently for an audience, so these will have to do. Prepare for some classic school drama, I’d call it an obvious troupe, but Juju doesn’t want me to ‘color your view point’.

  These are the reports of the first ‘Incident’ one Ulana Trinaday caused while at school. Let me tell you this is the first of Many.

  You may notice that these two are spouting absolute BS. The story doesn’t line up at all. I mean, seriously? One of you says you're there looking for books, then the other turns around and says you're there to study. Were you interrupted by the fox girl, or did you follow her? Get with the program, guys. Let's see if the mastermind behind it all can tie it all together and get the story back on track.

  Spoilers! Those two are small beans compared to her. They have a conscience, downright saints in comparison. This girl is unreal. Completely off her rocker, the way she puts the whole thing makes me a bit queasy. She's got problems, and not the fun ‘I can fix her’ kind. Real. Bona fide. Insanity. I hope this isn’t the general human opinion on the other races of Elentier. I’m starting to feel for the goblins.

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  You know, when someone acts like this, they have to learn it from somewhere. That's scary. Especially when you yourself have had mentors who teach you some… less than mainstream information.

  Never know if you've been taught to believe some truly heinous stuff till someone comes along and sticks you in a padded cell. Then you have to face the questions. Is it you who is wrong, or is it everyone else? Here the world, or at least the school, seems to have gone insane. This girl needs serious help or serious consequences. I may not believe most of what Granny’s left for Juju but the message this sends is something I support.

  Speaking of that certain someone. The last of these little reports is from Granny herself, you may notice now that a certain fox girl’s report is oddly missing. It seems the school has a definite view on the worth of her testimony. That does not bode well for our brave hero. Who very clearly has a different opinion of what transpired than the rest. So that's a point for rallying against mainstream ideas. She and I agree, and so do you. I think I speak for the internet when I say; We stan fox girl!

  Punnishment: Restitution For Damages caused; 40 Hours comunity service

  No s*it you ‘lost your temper’ Granny. The other three seem fully convinced that you are some super wizard with dark magic who was sent from hell to kill them. From the sound of it, you put them into the magic world equivalent of the ICU. Though personally, I find Grandma Trinaday’s actions here to be really, really impressive, it's not as easy as it sounds to stick your neck out for the little guy. Very few people will go this far.

  Being the little guy more than once, myself. I would know. I’ve spent too much time as ‘Miss Alvetica’ in my life. It makes me wonder where I will fall if the situation was ever reversed. What decision would I make?

  I would want to believe in myself, in all that I’ve learned. That the people who have taught me wouldn’t lead me to ruin. Right now, I can't tell what those lessons would turn me into. I haven’t had to face this decision before. Would I really still be a protector? Or… would I become something else?

  Am I destined to be one of the bullies, finally given power and accepted into an in-group? Deluded into thinking I’m doing the right thing and punishing the odd ones out? Is the larger group correct often enough to trust, when they identify threats to the world? It’s pretty clear on Grandma Trinaday’s ‘Elenteir’ what the answers to those questions are, I wish it was clear here on earth too.

  Is it better to act as Granny did? Even if she was wrong, is protecting the people who speak out against what you know a good thing? Is protecting them from all the people who believe as you do, a moral obligation? Is any information by itself a danger, or should those things be shared? My heart says this is the right direction to take. If only my head agreed.

  I don't know who I should be protecting. The many or the few? The idea or the individual? The present or the future?

  Viewers, the answers to my questions are going to change more than you all could know. I can only hope I make the right decision.

  Tim out.