June 7th, 174 New Calendar
Dear Diary,
Today, Dad and Mom brought me my favorite book, Sivile Beowulf's Fairy Tales (it's even hardcover)! The sides are a bit torn, but I'm really happy anyway. I've been nagging them forever, but they never ever listen to me. They always say, "Get better grades, confound you! Fucking embarrassment!" and "I'm going to stop feeding you if you keep babbling your shit!" but I think they're just so mad at me because I have a new friend. Did you hear that? I finally got a friend! She's a bit taller than me, looks a bit strange (she has sharp, triangle-ly, dark colored ears and a really fluffy tail, like a huge plushie, I think; I've never touched one, but I think that's how they feel), and she doesn't talk a lot, but still, a friend! I've been playing with her for a week or two, and last afternoon, I asked her, "Miss, can I call you my friend?" and she said yes. When I went to the edge of the forest to play at the little pond, she alwayed appeared behind me and taps me on the head with her finger, and it gives me a startle; and the first few times I shrank a little (I've still got scratches from my elbows scraping the ground then), but she was so nice and she held me and rubbed my head until I stopped crying. Oh, I'm still really upset at my parents; they chased my friend away with a scary axe when they saw me with her yesterday. Before she ran away, my friend handed me a little white metal (I think) ring and she told me to hide it, so I did. My friend runs really fast. I blinked my eyes, and she disappeared behind a tree. Isn't that so cool? And my parents don't ever get it! They dragged me home and doused me so many times in "holy water" (but it looked like normal water to me) that I started to cough; the water still tasted like normal water, though. They muttered, "The fucking devil, you're running away with demons, to curse me? Damn you!" Oh, also, my parents say "shit" and "fuck" and "damn" a lot, but I never understood why. The boys at my school laugh when one of them says so, and I still don't understand why. I'm looking forward to my 7th birthday in 5 months too. Maybe I'll get some bleufurberry jam. Um... Dad is screaming at the man at the door, and I still haven't seen Mom come back since yesterday. He might break my books if I act up on anything. Bye, I'll see you later!
October 23rd, 183 NC
Log #187
My men and the workers have failed in our uprising for the Dwarfmen Truce. I do not blame them; we didn't expect such a violent response from the monarchy. Still, the majority have escaped West to the Anchovy mountains, where the Eastern empires of the dwarves and beastmen will certainly receive them as learned men with open arms. I've been caught, but Gregori appealed to the court for me, so I was moved from the death penalty to 40 years in Exclove Island. Bah, I'd be 57 years old then, while I expect my last birthday to be my 19th! Well, it was fun anyway, and I don't regret my choices. The monarchy will undoubtedly suffer great manpower losses, and to compensate, they will have to enact the binding truce with the East and focus on actually defending against the demons to the north. The Arx Castrum is on the brink of collapse, the last time I've seen it. Ugh, pathetic. Well, this is the last page in my diary. So maybe I'll send this to Gregori when I arrive at Exclove. Reading my earlier entries from just a few years ago makes me smile. Poor boy, blissful in his ignorance. Ah, well, I've been cursed with knowledge, as Adith and Eville have after eating the grapes from the black fox's temptation. Huh, that reminds me, the fox girl I met when I was a little kid, she could have been described as a black fox in the garden of Balgur, hmm. Meh, she probably isn't, she was kind of cute though. Hope she lives a good life away from us savage humans.
Goodbye, we had a good run,
Amiru Flesgur