:::sittiing out on the balcony; where she'd pulled the chaise; she stares up at the stars. Christopher is asleep, she hasnt seen Fin in days;so; she takes out her journal while she has the moment::::

So much has happened. Taelie is dead....sometimes I hope to see him come t hrough the door. I still cant believe it. Christopher takes up quite a bit of my time. He's a good kid, he'll do good, I can see already. Fin hasnt been around in days. I wonder where he's been?

And, the sun has returned. But, not everything has returned with it. Being at Taelie's keep....the darkness hasnt totally lifted yet. Sometimes I feel overwhelemd with the responsibility of Christopher without Taeliesyn. We had always wanted a family. This would have been our chance. So many hopes and dreams gone with him. Sometimes I wonder if its ever supposed to be good. You marry someone. You love them. You raise a family. You grow old together. shakes her head Not for me. Not yet, likely not ever.

:::sighing deeply, she pushes the journal to the ground, letting it fall and smear the fresk ink. Curling up, she falls asleep; after hours of staring at the stars; right there on the chaise::::

-Journal Entry 11 May, Lyrias Dreams

Agnes settles down in the camp she's made, having initially wanted to find a room for rent but sees the most convenient accomodations rather charred...She stares placidly out at the ocean, having never seen such a large body of water she foresees the ability of its rhythm and energy hypnotizing her into her old age.

She puts a hand behind her head, reclining against a tree, one eye on the horse that is grazing yonder, and reaches to log her first night..

I arrived this afternoon on a barge delivering supplies to this Island. The people who spoke of it never said anything about it being riddled with smoking remains and a feeling of wretched insecurity. Imagine, Agnes-

insecure...Something dark lingers around this place, even a stooge would tell as much. On the lighter side, I've finally seen the ocean and rode her waves to somewhere away from a city...Let us pray this handful of characters can keep an old girl in business...

There was one odd gentleman (if you can call him that- a more pretentious pair of eyes I never saw!) who caught my eye, could it be because he was the only male? Or because his tongue was a threat as it was nearly as sharp as mine...No matter, I'm not about to let some stiff tempered man ruin my first night. *She looks at the ocean, her eyes betraying the last comment*

Got a horse I did. Shite, I was not expecting that. I wanted a boat, but the man whom I spoke with looked at me with such a face I wanted to leave him toothless. Needless to say no such vessel was procured- hard to fill ones pockets with a dingy...Bought me a pair of gloves to. I thought perhaps, if I needed to look 'nice' I could wear elbow length satin gloves and people could look at them and assume I looked nicer beyond my arms, you know, not notice i own no dress attire or otherwise. Besides, they were red,- you thought i was going to resist?

Enough for this night.

I plan to rise early, take the usual run, and try to find some breakfast, I've not eaten well in days...

*With that, she closes the volume, stretches out in the sand and is asleep*

-Journal Entry May 14, Agnes

::She sits very quietly on an empty stretch of beach for a few minutes she rubs at her lower back then looks out at the sea before beginning to write::

For so long I was gone, so much has changed yet nothing has changed at all. I wonder where my sister is and the only two people that I have seen that I even know is Alterio and Jane.

::She shakes her head thinking of the night that the waters opened up and let her free of her torment, she remembers Alterio handing her a robe after helping her to a seat, then the look on Jane's face as she saw her there::

I never asked anyone for help, I never asked anyone for anything, yet what am I to do now? I still don't even know if my cove is there, I can't make it there on my own and yet pride keeps me from asking anyone to help me there. I need to overcome this problem with my back. The scars will fade with time and sunlight, but those scars on the inside will never fade. So I will do as I have always done I will use the pain as my reason for going on. I will use the pain to force me to overcome and excell just as in the past. I WILL have my life back, I was not given this chance to sit around on this beach and waste away into nothingness.

::She looks up towards the sun and nods, finally the sun is starting to add a bit of color to her otherwise pale skin and giving her a sense of warmth that she has not felt in such a long time::

I need to make my way to the bizarre and look over some of the weapons, I need a new sword so that I can begin training again. So much work to do and not enough time in the world to begin to take back the life that I lost so long ago.

::She tosses the parchment aside and climbs to her feet, gritting her teeth the entire time until she stands almost upright. She looks around and finds a washed up piece of wood that seems about the right height, crouching down she bites on her lip so hard that she can taste her own blood. She picks up the piece of wood and uses it to lean against as one might use a cane as she makes her way down the beach::

-Journal Entry 14 May, Teiyah

:::sitting out on the balcony in the sunshine, she pulls out her journal, Christopher playing below her in the yard, and sets to write:::

Neo's alive...Neo. If Neo came back..why couldnt Taelie? And where is Fin? Its strange to not hear from him. I dont think he's in trouble.. at least I hope not.

:::she stops and thinks a minute, then begins writing:::

Did Kuno come back too? Who all came back, I wonder?

:::glancing out and about, she notices the smouldering Dome from her balcony and her eyes widen. Leaving the journal, she runs downstairs, and grabs Christopher's hand, not explaining, just moving quickly towards where the Dome used to stand..:::::

-Journal Entry 14 May, Lyrias Dreams

Dear Journal,

Kuno has been gone for quite sometime, I hope on Syndicate buisness. I'm already expecting the worse, but I pray that this is not the case. I have not seen Cipriana in quite sometme either. I really hope she is okay, especially after last time I saw her. She seemed quite sad. I think she'll be alright, but I'm still a little worried. I think I miss her.I really enjoy the time I spend with her. She's the only person I really talk too. I await the time that I'll see her again. Well, that's all for now.

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-Journal Entry 16 May, Eden Arcane

~rising early this morning, she heads out for a long walk along the beach near her home, her thoughts tumbling about a bit. Returning home, she sits to put as much of her thoughts on paper as she can~

It feels as though m'husband has died again. Tis the same feeling. Alone..there is noone around. Bailey returned to the mainland, and his studies some time ago. It has only been myself here.

No one comes out here to see me. Sometimes I wonder if anyone on the Island remembers that I live out here. I dun know.. perhaps they do, perhaps they dont. ~contemplates on of her thoughts a bit more before writing~

I hear that the Carazzi Manor has lost more of its staff. Perhaps.. since there is little else for me to do.. I could speak with M'Lord or M'Lady Carazzi about caring for all the children. Something to do to keep me occupied. In fact, perhaps I should do so now...better and more important things to do than this.

Tika
~carefully, she sprinkles some of the fine sand onto the parchment, sitting it aside to dry, dragging out another piece of parchment, preparing to write~

-Journal Entry 17 May, Tikaris Flynn

She licks the tip of a small pencil thoughtfully, and finds the next blank page in her volume...Staring at the sea, she wrinkles her nose, startled by its constant and unwavering rhythm and thinks on what she was told tonight..

This night, I met a man named Neo, a fitting name as it, of course, translates into meaning 'new'. You see, he had recently died- as was casually mentioned to me- and been resurrected. I inquired as to the Lessons he had taken from this- for I thought a great deal must be learnt from someone who has died and been born again. What sort of things was he worth that this decision was made so easily, what had he taken? SUrely he must grace me with a form of enlightenment?- He said, and very bluntly without apology or any further tone to perhaps touch on deeper meanings, that his Love had found another. In his entire existence - twiceover at that!- he can tell me nothing except that she meant the world to him...This I can understand, i have met such people...But that such fleeting relationships might entail one's entire core of being is beyond fathoming. I'ven't time for any of that! Are all my attempts at everything a waste?- He mentioned, also, that he 'lived to fight'. THis life, as I took it, was meant for sharpening the skills of weapon wielding...And now, though I Thought the better of this, he speaks in riddles, on one hand he lives for his heart and this woman of whom I know nothing, on the other he lives to kill and to fight. His causes are rendered neutral. I'm afraid I cannot see him for anything as these two paintings leave a transparent glaze in front of me. What sort of man is this? With no job nor occupation, who says he sits, drinks and jests...Though those be amiable past times yes, a cause for living? Confused! For now, comparatively, my being is not entirely of value. I do not fight- well, I prefer not to, I am versed, I've no lover- and I've no want for one...I'm rather worried to meet the rest of the occupants of this place...Perhaps if I weren't so frightened of the Sea I might return Home...

She sands the paper and folds the journal tucking it away in the saddle bags, stretching to sleep, hoping her head will clear by morning..

-Journal Entry 18 May, Agnes

::::walking outside her home, Christopher playing near by, she sits beneath a tree, keeping the child in view as she writes in her journal.::::

Its been lonely here. Though, not as lonely as it would be without Christopher here. Im afraid that I would go nuts if it were not for him. Too quiet in this house.

::ausing, and thinking a bit as she watches Christopher play in the water, she sighs and writes.:::

Perhaps I will ask Ben if he wants to stay with Christopher and I. Since he is back.

I was shocked.. to say the least. Neo came back.. and now Ben.. still.. no Taeliesyn. I know he isnt coming back.. and I shouldnt even dwell on it.. but.. sometimes its not so easy.

Yes.. I will. I will ask Ben if he wants to stay with Christopher and I. Mainly so that Christopher has a male figure around him. Its not good for so young a boy to be around a female only at this stage in his life. He needs a man to do those manly things with.

:::Hearing a loud splash and riotous laughter, she comes out of her thoughts, looking towards where Christopher was, to find a soaked-to-the-skin young boy standing there, giggling. With a soft laugh and a shake of her head, she leaves the journal there, and walks out to drag the drowned little boy out of the water and usher him home to dry clothes.::::::

Journal Entry 22 May, Lyrias Dreams