Lien le Storm

This isn’t over. I’ve just got to get out of here— What’s that? No, no. No. No. I don’t think so. I really, REALLY do not think so. You arien bastard! Lunare…. He’s gone. It’s stopped. Darkness. Sleep…

Dav. I don’t think there’s a bit of me that doesn’t hurt and the ground so hard. Can’t show it though. Just keep talking. Just keep talking. Why all these questions. My head hurts. What was that? Cheese? No. It’s probably poisoned. What if it turns me into a mage? Or a frog? Or a mage-frog? Wonder if I could crawl out beneath the door then. Focus… okay. I can see a little of him. His hair. His eyes. His speech.

Inane questions. He’s worse than Ari, I’ll die from his lectures before I starve.

Wait? What? He’s asking about Jei? Argh I don’t want to talk about him.

Okay. That wasn’t smart. He’s mad. But Dav, it was almost worth it. So, little Rubeus, you do lose control sometimes.

Dear Diary.

I am lost. Betrayed by someone I care for. And the one I loved, dead. Almost everyone I have ever loved. Dead. My brother gone from me now. He has his own family now and people to care for and for him.

I am no Knight. Nor Reeve. Nor of the Order. I am no one of importance, and the mages ignored me in their attempt at seizing the palace.

I don’t know what to do. I barely function. The smiles forming when I’m supposed to. Nods of greeting, the motions followed by my mind is elsewhere. The tears want to fall but I keep them in check, I’m not ready to lose it, not yet. I can’t.

I will not allow his death to be for nothing.

Stormy.