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   Cyrus Oldrich | December 20, 2011 - 02:13 PM

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   Journal Entry 135

   Father has again brought up our honor to me as if I need another lesson in it. Every hour on the hour he spouts off about the family honor. Knight a 500 years ago during the crusades. Not that they fought in it mind you. They stayed home to guard the King and Queen. And as I need reminding it's my brother who needs a good lesson in honor. Again I find him sneaking off to Lord knows where to do Lord knows what. Oh well the piano has again added me in comfort. Father seems sickly today though. I hope nothing ill befalls him before my twenty-fourth birthday.

   Journal Entry 140

   Father has not eaten in days. His skin grows paler and paler. The doctor came by again today. No improvement. I am to be groomed to take his place in the trading company that has been in our family for generations. No more piano for me. My studies continue more rigorous then ever. Economics, Philosophy, Etiquette, and more. Will i ever have time for friends and family? And my brother is again Lord knows where. It's as if he cares not our father is dieing. Why should he care though? He was not present for out mothers death ten years ago. If father had just not wanted a daughter so badly we'd of still had our mother. But instead all we received that winter was two more tombstones in the family grave plot. French lessons start soon. I must be off.

   Journal Entry 150

   Father's funeral was today. Brother was missing from that as well. Three years younger and all he cares is that he can do as he wishes. Since I am head of this family now perhaps the academy will be a good place for him. Or the asylum. But he is my blood I could never betray him. I'll make sure he gets a job at the company. Perhaps more time at the family business would do him good.

   Journal Entry 175

   I CANNOT BELIEVE HIM! Kytan my brother has brought forth evidence that I poisoned our father! Me! The only person father trusted the company to! He is blackmailing me. Turned the servants against me! After all I have done for him! After all I have done to ensure our family would remain with proper standing and in the good graces of the Lord! The local authorities have put me under HIS watch! I have no choice the truth will be shown, justice will be done.

   Journal Entry 190

   So it has come to this. I am to leave the country tomorrow. I sail for the new world and have nothing but my clothes a few personal effect and father's cane. The one that has the hidden blade. Kytan has "persuaded" the judge to this. I know he killed father but I have no choice. If I ever get the chance I will get revenge for this.Kytan will pay.

   Journal Entry 250

   I have found this journal. It must have been mine. It was in my bag. My bag? Why did I have a bag? I set foot off the boat and i can't remember to much. I'm home. I'm home? When did I leave? I have read through it and many many pages are missing. My past is missing. I remember getting on the boat. Seeing Kytan's face light up with joy and now I set my feet on London soil. But things are not right. So much has changed in a few months. Months? Why didn't I keep track of dates in this journal? Blast my arrogance if I had just done so I would know how much time has passed. So much seems so new, as if this is not my London. But I can recall. But they have aged so grimly. The hall they were building when I left, Huet Hall, looks like it has been done for a century. I went to the old music hall too and the piano was still there my father donated but it looked aged beyond the years. I cannot find the head quarters of my families company. People I stop and ask know nothing of it. The trading company that was at the docks tried to tell me the family sold the company over one hundred years ago. A century? I missed a century? And I still live and look as though I am twenty-four? What happened to me? Why do I hear voices in my head? I must find out! I must! I will go home. I will find Kytan I will! I must! But all I found was ruins. Where is my home? Where is my family? Lord why have you forsaken me? Lord? Father? Brother? I am alone. I am lost. Where are you my lord? Your sheep is lost? I feel tired. I feel like the voice is getting louder. I'll try to write what I hear this time and maybe, just maybe when I reread this journal again I will know what happe...

   Call not for you old lord for your new lord has claimed you. Now put the journal down on the table forget about it. Your soul needs not this taint. And your lord hungers. Embrace your darkness. And forget about that cane. The blade of silver you had forged will not cleanse your soul. You cannot take your own life as long as darkness has it seeds in you. Walk the night as long as you like. the powers you have are more then those mere pretenders. As long as the I live your strength will only increase. you will be the perfect host for me later. But for now feed grow stronger and when the black clouds roll in and no mortal can harm you will you be the perfect host but for now sunlight, garlic, silver these are things which cannot harm you. But stay away from anything holy for that will weaken my bond from you and you shall die. Abandon all hope for I have given you what you sought. A place a meaning a task. But until I am ready. Well your sorrow seems to suit you. You shall be free till I wish to take you. Now go leave this journal so you never can read it. Leave it here on the table and live as you "see fit" until MY time comes...

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