Jil's Journal 2

[Jilseponie Wyndon]

Its been years. He is not coming back. I waited ... and waited. No word. No demands. No body. My heart broke. I felt so lost. Alone. So I wandered quiet paths, went into seclusion ... coming out only when I really needed too. Sharyn even disappeared, poor child. No, not a child no more. I watched others from the shadows, from a distance, not wanting contact. This went on for a few years. Until about almost 2 years ago.

He stopped me, spoke some questions then moved on. Then appeared again a few days later doing the same. And this continued. I do not know why I talked ... let it continue. Maybe I felt it was time to move on, I had no reason to before. Maybe it was all the similarities. Sense of humor, a cleric and a follower of Az'atta. The familiararity.

Now we have become quite close. He has been persistent, understanding and thoughtful. He has reopened things within me I thought closed off forever. And he has asked me to marry him.

My previous Journals sit, covered in thick dust upon a shelf. My previous life. My new one begins here.

[Jilseponie Wyndon]

The wedding was wonderful! Many friends showed up and the fireworks were awesome! Sharyn was even able to make it and she is showing so much promise. She is making me proud. I just hope someday she finds someone that makes her as happy as I am.

My diligence has also paid off. I have been working hard trying to improve my skills as an Arcane Archer and I finally mastered the Arrow of Death. The training was long and difficult ... and now I feel ... enlightened? I am not sure exactly how to describe the exact feeling. But I feel I have completed a major hurdle. But I know it does not end there, and upon this I must think more.

Oh, a side note. While I was out one day, marcus and Sharyn were at the house and upon answering a knock at the door, and assassin entered and killed Marcus, spoke a strange language and took off. Sharyn followed, but lost him/her in a crowd. She went back, took Marcus to the Castle, had him raised and wrote down what she heard the person say. Marcus told me of this and we went to the great Library and discovered the language as Dark Elven. I thne spoke with a friend of mine, Sion, also a Dark Elf and through Sharyns mispelling and bad pronunciation passed on to us, he was able to decipher the words. "The traitor is dead by I! You are not even worthy to kill." Or something like that. This will require more investigation.