January 608
1-01-608 (Friday)
This being the first day of the new year you would think it would have been fanbtastic or something, right? Nope. I even wandered all over the stupid city trying to find someone with some firecrackers, but I couldn't find anything. Ok well that wasn't exactly true, I did find some black powder at one of the alchemists shops and played around with it some, but all I ended up getting were a few small bangs. Well I guess it didn't go that bad. i mean i did have fun with some of the kids in the street and it's not like diakaryu showed up or anything...
Ackleciuem is too cold for me. Maybe I'll go cuddle up with Walker or something. Oh, and I still haven't found my present.
1-13-608 (Sunday)
I saw a copy of the Winter edition newsletter from Ravenholt today. I really didn't care about much in it (especially the part about Kiril being raised to Baron)...ok let me cut myself off here for a second. How the frick did he get another title of Baron after he abandoned his people in The Briarwood and then blame it on me?!? Whatever... Ok back to my story.
So all I was interested in was the Valentines. Trivanus has been telling me over the last year that he would writew me one, so I decided to take a peek and see if he remembered. So there was a really good one in there and written to Death's Mistress, so I wanted to assume that was me, but was 'The Black' Trivanus? This is what it says:
Death’s Mistress
When darkness falls, thoughts come to me
Of autumn nights when first I met thee.
Sweet, and beautiful, you did entice,
Though throngs stood ready to end your life.
Yet catch my eye, you did that eve,
Your head held high, sought no reprieve.
My heart did reawaken.
Approached I did, to meet this belle
A lady lovely, my guard doth fell.
Your voice so crisp, so strong, and sure
It took my strength and did endure.
“The Mistress!”, one said. Your eyes ablaze,
Your stunning visage, broke through my haze.
I knew I had been taken.
And we did speak upon that road,
A passion, yearning, and lust was sowed.
My interest grew for you that night,
As watching, I did see you fight.
You moved like Death upon that field,
Your blade struck true, through sword and shield.
My lovers were soon forsaken.
Yet I believed that you had died,
Fate, so often cruel, had lied.
When news was brought to me of you,
Of life renewed, could this be true?
My heart did soar and sing a song,
I raced ‘cross lands of Avalon.
To meet you in short time.
So on this day of love and sharing,
When men and women express their caring,
I think of only one to speak to.
To tell her that my heart is still true.
So in these trifle prose and rhymes
I ask, “Will you be my Vallentine?”
-The Black
I want to ask him, but what if it's not from him? What if it's not to me? That would be embarrassing, yes? It's a really nice poem though...
1-25-608 (Monday)
I really need to start training Walker harder. It's been a wierd month though, almost like I haven't really been here. Just sorta laying around. It's been about 25 days since Jean has said something rude to me. Maybe that's why... At least when he was around, I had someone to fight with. That at least would keep me busy. Dare I say that I miss him? Hehehehe, NO!