Mother always told me I was beautiful, said I would be wed and have children someday just like her. I am always doubting myself in these matters. What am I doing? Bah, what is wrong with me? Dreaming about such things. All I need is my spear and my horse.
Yet when I come to think of it, I never was the child she wanted me to be.
Nor could I protect her, I was naive oh so very naive.
My heart, my heart is heavy.
I wonder if anyone will come save it...
The pages, of this diary become stained with small tears.
