Journal Entry Thirteen
"North"
*there are many watermarks on the page, some from tears, but mostly from snow*
I sat on the edges of Dapplegreen in silence. My actions have come to haunt me. I don't regret my decision, but a better course could have been taken. I refuse to hide, and I will face the challenges ahead with out fear, but I shouldn't have lost my cool. Killing that Dark Elf didn't help my cause, but it felt... necessary.
Ayana found me, and I was delighted to see a friend, but something was different. She sat and soon it became a discussion about my beliefs of surfacers. I was not willing to lie to a friend, although it seems that I have been accused of such already. She spoke of needing time to herself to make a decision. As far as I was concerned, there was no decision. I left, leaving the rose I previously looked at on that hill on the ground. I didn't want to see such a thing anymore.
I gathered my belongings, and bought tickets for the ship. I met Sharyn on the way. She had a message from Ayana. She wanted Sharyn to be my friend, as she could not. Such foolishness. I can't change what I am. I can't go back and be born a surfacer. It is impossible. Sharyn said I was stupid for forsaking my friends, but I couldn't help but think, what If they can't be my friends either? I left on the ship, and the ship ride left me sick for days... The weather here is nice. So as I write this entry on a cold morning, I wonder what my reason for leaving home was. I was no different. maybe they are right. maybe I was born only to kill, and I couldn't change? I will continue my practice... Survival first... Stalking the creatures, and practicing with my weapons.
The mornings here are beautiful, almost magical.... I really do hate magic...
~ Sion
*the previous entry has been ripped out, leaving only bits of what was written*