I haven't written in a few days due to the fact that I have been so busy. It seems as though we were rescued by wandering Elves....they were traveling through the woods and happened to find our bodies...they then took us to their village deep within the heart of this forest and nurtured us back to health.
The people here are so beautiful, they look like fallen angels, but it's hard to decipher which one is which, they all look very similar....The buildings and statues that surround us, it reminds me of a haven I used to dream about as a child. Everything seems so pure here, it is almost as if I am in a dream...
The elves are generous to us. They do not pry for answers to questions nor do they ask them in the first place....I think that the elves are a very patient race, they wait for the opportune moment, or they just never ask.
Daraunde is very happy here, but he is still ill from the mushrooms, the elves tell me that if they hadn't found us Daraunde would have surely died, I am very thankful to them. I haven't seen Lunethia much, she tends to wander off and explore a lot, but I don't worry. This place is well hidden from any kind of danger, and they would notice if she tried to leave. So I will enjoy my stay here while I can.
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Please...stop this....stop it...STOP IT!!! You are nothing more than a memory inside my head....so stay that way goddamn it...