Diary Files

May 28th

A clearing amidst the Woods of Yarn

I am weak now. So weak. I remember naught of the previous night. Stains of blood upon my hands baffle me.

I woke to the sunrise this morning. I found myself lying in a clearing in the forest. My clothes were tattered and I have fresh wounds. But i also found dead animals around me. The last I remember was the sunset of May 27th. Before the sun disappeared, I was journeying to the Castle of the UN. I was getting close, I could feel it. As the sun sunk into the horizon, I felt my strength sink as well. I could go no further. I rested by a pond i came across. I fell into a slumber. From this point, i cannot distinguish dreams from reality.

I had a dream. Of a beast, powerful and relentless. Almost evil. Running through the forest. Nearing the UN. Then I heard a voice, “Who are you” in echoed across the night sky. The beast then replied, “the death of you.” The beast had so much revulsion and hate in its voice. The beast then ran off into the depths of the forest. My dream ended as I awoke in a different place. I fear. I fear that it was more than a dream. But I have greater worries at hand. I need to get to the castle. Now, more than ever, I am sure that Moren Van Quain is there. I needed to move while it is light. I have the upper hand as long as the presence of the sun holds.

This curse, unless i am very much mistaken, takes over me in the night. It is driven by my hate. It is a personification of my hatred. It will hold me to my cause. I cannot fight it. To be rid of it, I have to vanquish my hatred of Moren Van Quain. And that is impossible.

At evenfall, I had reached the castle. But i decided to take a longer route and enter the castle from behind. Vance had told me of a secret tunnel dug by thieves in the time of Knights and Dragons. I would not risk entering through the front, where no doubt, Moren would be waiting for my blood. The tunnel had led me into the cellars of the Castle. It was old and smelt of decay. There was still wine from the days of old. I could go no further. The sunlight was failing. It was receding to the looming darkness. I curled up in the corner of the cellar, away from direct sight. My scent was masked by the various scents present in the cellar. I was safe from all but my curse. I curl up and await the curse to take over, to whatever end.

Rembrant Lone