Day of Tales, Week of Listening, Month of Promises, year 818 A.C.
Dear diary,the noise of the carriage is throwing me off. I didn't think you could suffer this much just by sitting still and waiting...
When people tell you to write your thoughts on paper, they never mention that you should have decent handwriting if you want to understand what you're writing…
Anyway, I don't think there's a better day to start a diary…
What am I supposed to write?The only thing I can think about is a bath. I've never lived in a palace, but I can appreciate clean, warm water.
I don't know where they're taking me…
I only wanted to find a job. Sure, I don't know how to do much, but I can write, right?Ah, and I stole you… I think. Is taking an object from a corpse stealing? I hope not.
The only good news is that at least it's warm here, and I don't have to chatter my teeth until the fire gets lit…
I'm hungry.
This is the first time I've tried to keep a diary, even if I don't think I'm doing it properly.I am*After the attack on the village, I didn't expect reinforcements so soon. Even though now that we're Prisoners…
I have nothing left.I have nothing left.I didn't have much even before.
They left. During the attack, I think.Maybe earlier.I didn't see them go.They didn't come back.I don't know if it matters.
They used to say I was useless.
I don't believe that.
I was at the village chief's hut. He taught me the words, "I want to become a Tramite."He'd say, "Tramiti make too much money," and he'd repeat, "but then, do they risk their lives, or is it all fake?"
I knew he wanted to make me curious. In the village they talk about the chief as a Tramite of the alchemist category.I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS…But I spent a lot of time in his laboratory.
There wasn't a school in our village. The chief taught me everything I know.Not much with a sword, though. It would've been useful now.
There's too much space in this carriage for just one person. Maybe they expected to save more?
Today should be the day we arrive. I can see a castle in the distance, even if I've never seen a castle.
Day of War, Week of Listening, Month of Promises, 818 A.C.
I have a room.
It feels strange, but I'm writing from a real desk.
They adopted me, though I don't really understand it. They say they'll feed me, dress me, and I'll be happy.
I haven't told anyone what I saw. I didn't want to get myself in trouble. Your owner was dead, and I'm not to blame.
But it was strange… a beautiful flower, one I'd never seen before…
Anyway, they say tomorrow I'll start school.
I don't know what to expect. They brought me a white outfit with green petals, hand-embroidered. It must be expensive.
I smell deer. I didn't think they knew how to hunt. For once, I might be under the right star.
Day of Delight, Week of Listening, Month of Promises, year 818 A.C.
School isn't much…
The Behavior lesson lasted far too long. For the history lesson I had higher expectations. The chief always told me stories about battles, dragons, or dishes that regenerate the soul. He was good at making things up.
This one, instead, didn't tell fun stories. He talked about an old man (Blink, I think he's called) who managed to occupy some lands.
I HID THE VIAL RIGHT AWAY, between the layers of clothes I found in the wardrobe.I don't really know what it is… for now I'll keep it hidden.
At dinner we ate fish. I think the owner of this house has a very good friend. He's too fat to get all this food on his own, even if in the past he must have been a handsome man. Thick dark hair, green eyes, light like the petals on the dress. Mom used to say men with contrast stole your heart.
Anyway, he told me to call him "Dad" and his lady "Mom," but I already have them. For now, I'll adapt.
Day of the Magical, Week of Listening, Month of Promises, year 818 A.C.
I wonder if I could make a flower that beautiful bloom too. What kind of seed would I need?
I saw a Tramite, or at least that's what he called himself: "Do you need an escort? I'm a formidable guard, a Tramite at a reasonable price," he shouted as I walked to school. He didn't seem like the Chief. Stronger and sturdier, sure, but the chief spoke much better. That man's unclear, stuttering tone won't bring him many clients.
Today we have a lesson on magic. They say this day of the week is devoted entirely to developing magical abilities. The Chief must have passed through here too.
I know magic exists, but in the village only the chief could make a bottle move or generate sounds that might scare someone.
What I do know is that he healed in an incredible way. Many people from nearby villages traveled even through storms to be treated.
It was probably his daughter, even though she never came out of the hut. Too cold? I get it.
Day 60, year 818 A.C.
I don't believe in Thareon's segments. My mother did. It felt like the right week to try believing. Uncomfortable.
They should've given me more.Not leave me, at least…
Only she came looking for me.I would've preferred she survived. I carried her home, but the Chief wasn't there.
My "Mom" has noticed my interest in experiments while I help her cook.
I met a boy at school, Lioren. Maybe he's related to "Dad," same belly. How do they eat so much?
Anyway, tomorrow he invited me to his birthday.
When is my birthday?
Today some cousins are coming to visit us. We cooked so much stuff. These people worry me.