May 16th, 2005
My Lord has begun construction of some kind upon Mercy Island. He told me that it has something to do with Kalinda's prophecy. He says it will be an arrival point, not so much a welcome as a warning. I am beginning to suspect that this whole matter has something to do with Statesman. Nothing drives Lord Recluse harder than his hatred for Paragon City's champion. I cannot yet see how all the strands spin together, but I intend to continue my visits to the Fortunata. I hope she truly sees the future, for if the tasks she has prompted my master to begin amount to nothing, she will return to nothing.
Mercy Island seems an odd choice for an arrival point of any kind. The Snakes are rampant there, vicious creatures who look as if they stepped from an ancient nightmare. Even if one avoids their deadly embrace, the rest of the island provides everything but mercy. It is a place where survival of the fittest is not just a concept, but a way of life. Even I feel pity for anyone who must find a way to thrive in that environment.