Dearest Journal,

  Here i am, A Slave girl! One Could only imagin that a month ago. Oddly Enough i Requested it. What Kind of Living Could a young Woman Have if she has been trained in nothing, And has Found nothing that comes natural to her?

  My Mistress and Master are very kind and leanient to my actions. Contrary To The Ideas of Who Seems to be the head around here, One Alterio Carrazzi, My Mistress Spares the punishments for what would be blasphemys higher sin for others of my stature to commit.

    This Alterio Carrazzi Trys to frighten me into obedience, Which I see as a rather funny thing. Most when he trys to frighten me, it only makes me think that he will only use his intruments of torture for fear and not actual punishment.

He Is not my master, but trys to impose apon my trainings and the aftermath of my actions.

He Claims it is the trickle-down method, and that if i commit any crim he shall punish my mistress. Needless to say, I am one of the least in any sort of warriorship, But i will leave him with one or two fine scars if he touches my mistress. Tis odd though. i did witness Mistress Vixen being slapped by a leather strap by Carrazzi but she seemed not to mind much.

I Witnessed the Death of Alex, The Decesed Husband of Alianna Carrazzi. It Looks as if Alterio has his hand in every little detail mettleing around. I Pity Miss Alianna, The poor woman's love died in her very arms. She is Strong though, many of woman from my old home would have not been able to bear it. Life Shall Go On For us all, Hm? We'll Se How i do with this..slave thing

- Rouge Torrence, Slave to Vixen_Blade- and Taelisyn, Journal Entry, 5 May.

::turns to the ocean letting the waves calm me as I notice I muse more and more since coming here and feel the need to write...the bottle of whiskey half empty beside me::

tonight I really Met Zyllah.....Halfdan's woman ( she seems more of a girl but learning fast) I truly like her...she reminds me of a time long past and I wonder if I was ever that innocent. I gather Halfdan did get her to listen or mayhaps it was her sister....but I hold the girl no malice. Dan was quite tonight and his music turned sad at times...I shouldnt have brought up the past but when asked so sweetly how could I refuse?

The pain is still very sharp in Dan's eyes....I still do not know if I belong here or not. I was the widow today but felt I could not approach her with my heart felt sympathy...I do not know the lady but the time did not seem right...I saw her smile at Black today and heard her laugh...she seems to be healing just fine...I am happy for her...I wonder if Dan had anyone to help him through the time he thought I had died...mayhaps that is why he doesnt speak because he had no one to ease his pain...

I still know naught what to think of this place. It is working its way into my heart and I may not be able to leave it. I am watching my tongue before it runs away with itself..mayhaps its time to stop running

--Journal Entry, 6 May, Magdelennya Smith.

::climbs out of the pond drying her glistening body off as the guard bring her a short black silk robe, she slips it on and motions for the guard to go away leaving her to her thoughts. Leaning against the rock her back firmly against it she picks up her journal and begins to scratch down some thoughts::

Last night I saw my sister at her weakest. I never thought that my sister would turn out like me I have taken every step to shield her and guild her away from being like me. If her father were to have seen her last night, he would have been completely disappointed and disgusted. I have somehow failed my sister, maybe I never taught her to be strong enough maybe I neglected the things that she really needed. I am not happy about the relationship problems that she is having, but truly short of eliminating the cause of her pain there is nothing I can do but guide her down the path that I myself haven't even walked down.

::shakes her head thinking::

I will train her in the art of the sword, but her training will be more intense then mine ever was since I started out much younger than she is. I honestly pray that she never really wants to train. Never before would she have considered taking up a sword, these changes in her bother me, yet I would have no one else train her. I fear the innocence of my sweet sister is quickly fading, by the gods I DON'T want her to turn out like me. I don't want her to be alone watching the one she loves with another, vowing to always stand by a man that lays in another woman's arms. I want her to love and be loved as she deserves.

::shakes her head again looking upwards to see where the sun has moved too then turns back to what she is writing::

I see ali with black it honestly warms my heart to see them both happy and finally able to be together. I never wanted anything less for either of them. But the remainder of my thoughts on that I will reserve for perhaps a later date. ::she closes the book slips out of the black silk robe letting it drop to the lush green grass of the cove and walks over to the sun bathing rock, climbing up onto it then laying on her stomach feeling the warmth against her flesh as she closes her eyes::

--Journal Entry, Teiyah, 6 May.

::slides lightly into the chair at Alterio's desk in the pleasuredome, brandy in hand as she dips her quill, leaning to inscribe her first entry into the journal::

This island amazes me with all its lush plantlife and the beauty of the shores and ocean are more than breathtaking. Almost rivaling the first glimpse I had of the island when I could finally make my way here.

:::laughs softly to herself as she pauses, taking a drink of the brandy, then continues her writing::::

Following those that mean the most to me, that's me. And always disappearing. I thought surely Alterio would know that about me by now, but, judging by his reaction to my return....I suppose I was wrong.

:::::a deep frown mars the lines of her face, traipsing across her forehead as she again takes a deep drink from the brandy, hiding in her "Uncle" Alterio's office::::

Ali....poor Ali. I wish things had happened differently for her. I am used to such things happeneing to me, but, Ali deserves more than what I have always recieved. All I can say now is I wish I had been there to help...prevent it or something. My heart goes out to Ali, but, I know she's strong and will survive this.

:::a half smile plays at her lips, as she brushes her long red hair from the page:::::

Alterio...Im likely more of a brat than even he realizes..but...Ill never admit that to him. One day I know he will go through and read this..and I hope he will smile when he does. The who always watches out for his "little one"...he will likely never know exactly how much that means to me. I was glad to read about he and Jane within these pages, I have seen them together, they seem well suited for each other. I just wish I had been around more to help him through his hard times....

:::Sighs softly::::

Me? Who knows where Ill go next..who Ill meet next, or even how many times Alterio will threaten to stick my nose into the corner...(and believe me...he knows that is no easy task). Anyway, somehow, I have forged a bond with myself and most of the Carazzi Family, that, I hope all of them know, I would shed my last drops of blood for.

I hope this is good enough for a first entry...no doubt it will not be my last.......

~Lyrias~

--journal entry, Lyrias-Dreams, 6 May.

::shakes her head as she sends her runner with an important message to alterio about ali and then picks up her journal knowing if she doesn't do it now she might never::

As I was exploring this island not too far from the cove I heard the sound of crying as I looked around and spotted what seemed to be a house within a tree? As I got closer I realized that it was Ali. How I long to pull away from her, her pain, and her family. I couldn't though, she was in tears and pulling up the flower bushes of the garden. Dirty and broken is how I look at it now, Alex broke her spirit, but only for a short time.

I watched as she realized exactly what kind of a coward Alex was, how selfish he was for trying to leave her striken with guilt and pain. How I despise the man even though he is dead, how I wished I had just killed him that night. As she realized that he never loved her and the lies he told, she flew into a rage. I watched as ali set that house on fire, I was the one that pulled her away from the flaming clothes that had so badly burned her hands when she grabbed them throwing them onto the bed. I was the one that carried her to the cove, let her rest, and saw that her burns were tended to. I dare say I love ali..... almost as much as I do my own blood, but I know I have to step back and get away from her family. I remember too clearly the things she accused me of, the pain it caused me. No I will not let her that close to me again. Never will I let anyone close enough to hurt me like that again.

::she shakes her head not wanting to think about it and knowing that black and ali are tucked away safely in ali's room in the cove while the guards block the entrance::

Alterio, I know people blame him for what ali is going through now, but he was not wrong in what he said about alex. Alex was weak, cowardly, selfish, and very beneath ali. Anyone that would claim to love someone and then take their life in front of that person's very eyes is the lowest piece of trash around, and I sincerely hope that Alex rots in hell for all the lies and pain he has caused.

::she closes the book and stands walking out of the study and past the guards at the entrance of her cove, growling only a few words in their general direction::

"NO ONE comes in, AND if ANYTHING happens to Ali while I am gone, you will ALL pay with your lives!!"

::she turns, after seeing the guards step back into place after she walks out, and heads down the path as far away from the cove as she can possibly get for now::

--Journal Entry, Teiyah, afternoon 6 May.

*He sits on the beach just outside his villa, reclining in a chair as the waves wash up over his feet, a leather bound journal opened in his lap as he writes*

It has been quite a while since I last wrote...Between everything that has been going on, I haven't really had the time.

So many things have happened...Alex's death, Alianna's mourning, the burning of his house...I have been so busy. I've been working on the shop, I've set up my guild, I'm leasing an office soon at the Pleasuredome...and that's only my business accomplishments. All the things I do, then there's Alianna...the woman I love.

*Sits and stares at the journal for a good while, recalling his thoughts over the past weeks before putting quill to parchment once again*

Alianna...she's finally let her feelings for Alex go, I think. She's seen how badly he treated her, she's seen now how he never really did love her, and how all he did, even in death, was give her the gift of guilt and hatred, and a reminder of his broken body bleeding in her arms. I will never do that to her...never will I dare hurt her in a way even reminiscent of that...I love her so very much.

She's told me she loved me...she's afraid people will think that she is too easily won, so soon after her previous husband's death. I think it's just her true feelings shining through...I know she tells the truth when she says she loves me. How happy I am with her...I've made a promise to myself, never to do those things that Alex did, always to respect her, never to jump to conclusions. I'll keep that promise, for I can't bear to lose her...again. I only pray she lets me love her; I know I can help her through all this, help her become the Alianna she once was.

Benjamin Calkane.

May sixth.

*Looks down to the waves and watches them wash up farther, he knows the tide is coming in. He blows on the page to hurry the drying of the ink, then closes the book and takes the chair back up to the house, readying himself to go to the pleasuredome*

I know not what this Isle will bring in the future--for it certainly has brought enough these last few days.

Today I am a father, and have been for eighteen or more years without knowing. My daughter amber is the same age as Zy--the same age. And Mags who I thought dead these last six years is here too.

*holds his head in his hands.*

This Isle will have the life of me yet. It brings my past and future all into one place. I am walking the edge of the axeblade. Torn between Mags and Zyllah, and here's my daughter too.

All I know is I love each and love each differently. Gods give me strength----and bless and watch over them all--especially My child.

--Journal Entry, 7 May, Halfdan, Master Harper of these Isles