A day in the life of the young Cynwin

I feel a bit odd keeping a journal for someone else, though it is almost me. This is not the first body I've taken over, but this is the first one who has stayed for so long after the start of the possessing. It's getting more difficult to distinguish her feelings and mine, yet there is that subtle difference.. She thinks mostly of others, not herself.. It's annoying, really. Well, I'm writing this in her memory, for she will vanish soon. No matter how darn stubborn she is about staying. She started her life in Rohan, where she was born to a wonderful family. Her father's father, Alric Greenfield, being a simple farmer, but always doing his best, and being kind even to strangers. She only remembers good things about him, though he died from age when Cynwin was young. Her father's mother, Cynwyn Fierceblood, who she was named after, was a soldier's daughter and lived her life as a bard. Their love was so deep and essential that Cynwyn died shortly after Alric, from heartbreak. This kind woman and man loved eachother almost as much as an elven couple does, and it's the first example of close to true love that I've seen in the race of men. Cyric Greenfield, Cynwin's father, was a farmer just like his father. He kept his family fed, clothed and happy without excess, and spent the rest of what he made into helping those in need. He only had one regret in his life, that he never got to see his daughter wed. He died shortly after his wife, in the same sickness that claimed her, though it was believed that it was also heartbreak, as he had been seen as strong enough to live, until his wife died and he seemed to lack the will to live. Personally I think this was a cowardly thing to do, as Cynwin was only twelve years at the time of his death. Cynwin, however, feels that he did the right thing, as he loved his wife beyond compare. His wife, Edwina Swiftsteed, was a good and caring woman, making a living as a tailor and helping her husband on his farm. She was a good mother and a strong woman. She was the one who played the largest part in Cynwin's life, shaping her to be the one she was. These are the people Cynwin lived with, and as a result Cynwin was trusting, friendly and kind, yet stubborn and strong. Other people who helped shape her into who she became, was her mother's father, Edwig Swiftsteed, who lived in the same town, and was renown for his horses. He was famous for being the best in horsetraining, and the second best in horsebreeding, his skills being kept strictly in the family, only taught from parent to child. It was he who taught Cynwin all she know about horses, and who let her choose a stud and a mare to breed to create her horse, a mare named Redrose. Edwig died from both age and the sickness that claimed so many in that town, being the first Cynwin knew who died from the illness. The illness mostly claimed young and old, but it also claimed those weakened by other things, such as sickness or heartbreak. Edwig's wife, Eoleofu Wulfblood, had died a few years earlier, being the first person Cynwin knew, who died. She died honorably in battle, trying to defend others from a band of thieves and murderers. Another one who died of the illness was Cynwin's beloved aunt, on her mother's side, Sarawin Swiftsteed. She had lived in the same town as the others and had been the glue who kept everyone together, both with her gentle and caring nature, as well as with her songs and stories. She had been a very good bard, and was missed by most of the town's people. After Sarawin's death, her husband, Hulgar Lightpath, began to drink more and more, and leaving his two daughters, Cynwin's cousins, at Cynwin's parents more and more often, until he couldn't stand to live there anymore and sold off his land, took his daughters and left to live as a nomad with them. Shortly after that, Cynwin's mother died, and her father became worried for her, thinking she needed someone to look after her. As Hulgar and his girls were no where to be found, he eventually engaged Cynwin to a man named Hamric Strongarm. He was considerably older than Cynwin, but Cynwin's father couldn't afford much in homeage, so there wasn't enough time to search for someone else. Hamric seemed like a decent man until Cynwin's father died, and Cynwin found Hamric to be disloyal and cruel, ruthless even. He even told her straight out that he only wanted her from her bloodline, as he was a horsebreeder and trainer, best and second best respectively, and her mother's father had been the best and second best in horsetraining and breeding. This, of course, caused Cynwin to flee, leaving her father's land to be taken by Hamric after she had freed the animals, only keeping her mare, who at the time was three years and Cynwin's only friend. She lived in the wilderness, rarely going into towns, and going by the name Eowin Lightpath, hoping to not be discovered by Hamric, who continued to search for her. Her only goal was to stay alive and free, though she deeply wished to find her cousins and their father. Saracyn Lightpath, raised as a son from the age of four when he father lost hope in getting a real son. She is honest, yet blames herself for much that is not her fault. She could also do with being a bit more forgiving, if you ask me. Saracyn is four years older than Cynwin, and six years older than her little sister, Herehleofu. Hereleofu, such a sweet and kind girl. To the likes I've ever met in her race.. I think that perhaps she is an elven soul who got lost and ended up in the body of a woman.. Well, this shall be it for now. I can't stand hearing Cynwin screaming at me in my head. She says my little inputs are unecessary, that they have no place in this journal, which she see's as a tribute to her ancestors and family. There is so much I want to put down in this journal, I don't know if it will be enough with just one. I'm thinking of giving it to her cousins once she is finally gone, when there's no way to return her. I feel that time growing closer for every day, her defences breaks down, and I gain access to more and more knowledge in our brain. *The our is scratched out and replaces above it with the word my* Saracyn, if you read this, know that there is no longer a way to get Cynwin back. Killing me, this body, makes no difference to her, it only forces me to take over the body of another so much sooner.