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Dear journal,
Life has many twists and turns, shaping their ways down path's of darkness and light. Many say these path's just vanish into thin air. Sometimes they come and go, moving along in quiet creeping motions.
But this life, gives hope and care for the people who share and live and prosper. It share's it knowlege and passes on to fade into the darkness. Sometimes life acts like power and magic, controling our fate on this green, living planet.
Sometimes this power and magic, creates who we are, living people fighting for our lives, killing one another to move on and thrive.
Maybe this magic shields us from the good or horrible, hiding us from all around.
And maybe just maybe we can grasp that force and control it....
Dear diary,
This is my first time writing in you my new friend. I am in hiding from my own family. This family that gives no love to creatures or beings like me. Yes i confess i'm not the usual girl who has beautiful green eyes like the sea, or flowing blonde hair like sunflowers, But ruby red eyes like pools of blood, and hair silver hair, long and thick like the moon. It is sad that i feel lonely alone at nights when i stride along the swishing coasts of beaches. Everyone just says, "Look there! There is the demon that will bring shadow and darkness to us all."
Darkness you speak of? Hmmpt, i am only a child. Cold and lonely like all the glittering stars in the sky. Only friended to the meer wizards and witches hiding in the tall pines of Tarum. But, i'm more older then a child, but younger then all.
Don't let me confuse you dear diary, but i must tell, I am to turn 17 in the late moon of the harvast. Around the nights where the spirits speak in kind words and share their stories. To think i am so young but not is a puzzle to many, for they shall never know my secrets. To think they may know me, when i have a brisk and large knowing of shape shifting and fortune telling.
Tho, you may think i'm some luner witch with the beads of Ellias. I tis not. I am a simple shape shifting demon who may change her powers at any time. I come to parties, feasts and balls, hiding my true idenity from all. Some may think, "Oh i know that girl, I danced with her before." You are wrong. No one has seen my true form or my true power.
But still, i must escape this dreaded prison my parents shut me in. I will run to the head wizard Roazin and keep home with him, till i departure to the kingdom of Garethin. Such a livly kingdom full of other demons and dameons like me. And to think, helping in the palace with Prince Lorane, makes my eyes turn purple. I would be a lady-of-assistance. Helping to his every need. Caring for his every mistake, from the silly bloodsucker lith dragons across the barrier of the city.
I must close for now, my horse celion is outside my upstairs window and i must leave before dawn rises.
~ ze/]
 HinataSinger · Mon Oct 13, 2008 @ 06:26am · 0 Comments |
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