The Rubbish Realm

Interlude 3a

(make the whole thing just his diary entry?)
Beresford dipped the quill again, the action jarring him back into the present. He had to write things down to remember them, but it ruined the whole effect. Groaning, he wrote upon the paper. "June 13, (year). A jarring premonition today, one that could actually change history. One that could make me famous at last. And one that could make or break the world.
The future can be changed, true, but regardless, this insight will be crucial - with the path we are now on, the sky will fall (underlined for emphasis). And if the sky falls, we are all doomed.
Really, the premonition wasn't all that complicated today - somebody wielding a bracelet using anger affinity to break something above, causing a rain of stones - and then a voice, as sometimes happens, explaining - "Only 10 pieces will destroy both worlds."
A bracelet with anger affinity? Etherealorister.
A rain of stones? The sky will fall.
Only ten pieces? Implying that, unfortunately, some will fall.
This could be my break! This could be the prophecy that makes people remember Beresford, to make me famous for centuries to come - I can see them now, looking through aged tomes, murmuring how Beresford had predicted that so long ago, renaming buildings after me...
And if at 14 I already have had this, what does that say for years to come?
I digress.
I don't like writing these, but this one needs to be written. I can't shake the feeling that someday, somebody will find this crucial, somebody need this to measure how much time they really had left. Because the sky will fall.
A bit jarring to see Etherealorister... I wonder what people will think when it appears, something out of myth, that people had forgotten was really (multiple words struck through) there. Even if it did exist, didn't they destroy it centuries ago? And since they clearly didn't, why not? (the editor could not read what followed, as it was blotted out by ink stains) find it?
And what of Alexistor? Would it have lasted too?
(At this point, the pen trailed across the paper, as, seemingly, he drifted back into the future.)"