Deredan

My heart stopped beating earlier today, and my eyes could scarcely believe what they saw, even now my hand shakes as I record this entry...

Today I must write about Ardeghon.  What can I tell you of Ardeghon Dalgren, the Warrior Poet?  My little Micelscop!  Well, he has at last returned from his journey to Aldburg in the Folde that he had made with Hyrien whom he affectionately refers to as 'Lady

'My darling son, these are the hardest words I have ever had to set down, they say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite....'

Hardoleth...

“The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.

"When I felt all of the strength leave me, and I fell to my knees on hearing the news, I wanted to cry but instead everything inside of me screamed for just one more day, one more hour, one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more moment and one more chance..."

This is written in a fast manner and sometimes the ink is fading

I see your half sister Taala found your journal and has written in it, I shall have to hide it more carefully in future.  Pay no mind to the slanderous words she said about Blince and

Taala had reflected, analyzed and held herself culpable for the predicament that she was in, but it was time to focus and escape.