Yeesha’s Journal 11

This section contains spoilers which could ruin the game for you if you have not played it before, or have not yet reached the end.

This may contain spoilers from the other Myst games.

I know what to do. I see it so clearly. One more chance to determine the destiny of the Tablet. I can feel it.

To be so close and yet be so powerless-it drives me mad. The Tablet sits there, holding the power of the Bahro captive, and I alone know what to do. I failed once, but what does that mean? Why am I punished when I could accomplish so much? The rules seem so arbitrary-some game of the Maker that only he understands.

This legacy of failure. And now I see this final chance to right generations of wrong. To unleash the power that has be held for thousands of years. It is at my fingertips. I know what must be done, but I cannot speak of it, for fear it would somehow break the rules-tarnish the heart, taint the act, soil the innocence.

I had a dream?

I am carrying the seed of D’ni, the seed of all things that are D’ni , through a small cave. And I come to a place where the path stops, and there are two holes-one above me, and one below me. And through the hole below I can see the sky and the sun.

A voice calls to me. ‘In which hole will you plant the seed?’

And I know it is easy to drop the seed in the hole below, and I know it is impossible to throw the seed through the hole above. I call out to the voice, asking for wisdom.

And the voice answers me ‘Do not drop the seed in the hole below, for that is easy, but that is the way of the past. Do not throw the seed in the hole above, for that is difficult, and that is the task for another. In which hole will you plant the seed?’

And I know what to do.

And I know I am the Grower.

Yeesha Journal Drawings