Friday, December 26, 2003

The Journey: Day 10
So, I'm finally off of the train. Actually, it wasn't quite as bad as I would have thought to begin with. I feel so much closer to Malqomb. He's just so . . . so . . . OHHHH! I can't put these stupid feelings down in here, because if I did it would make them absolutely real and true. And I don't want to admit that I'm falling in love with him.


Did I just write that? I DID! I did just write that! Aye me! What am I going to do?! I don't want to fall in love. . . . but, maybe I do.
Hehee. I don't know. He's just so . . . okay, really this time I'll just stop.

We're staying the night in the forest for the next couple of days. Right now it's barely twilight, and the sun is losing its tentative grip on the earth. Night falls. But not before the two worlds collide within the shadows. I love this time. This Night-Daytime. The twilight.

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Thursday, December 25, 2003

HAPPYHOLIDAYS

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Wednesday, December 24, 2003

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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The Journey: Day 8
Still on the Train. I know. God this is boring. Well, it's not soo boring, Malqomb and I have talked about so many things. I told him about my parents, the ones who adopted me, and the little ones, the miracle babies they had last year.
He told me about his family, the "monks" who first taught him how to use his power. He really loves them.
We also talked about food, friends, religion. The religions this place has are either REALLY confusing or totally comprehensible. He is so eloquent and he seems really peaceful once he forgets that there is evil in the world that is coming after us. When he laughs it's so . . . adorable. Anyway, I'll stop now, you're probably bored.
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Monday, December 22, 2003

The Journey: Day 6
Train Train Train Train Train.
Yes, I'm on the train. And let me tell you, so strange so strange.
These things are NOT trains, they are more like cars that float about thirty feet off of the ground using some kind of magical magnetic source. Malqomb had to fly both me and York up to get on. And they are tiny little boxes, not TINY tiny, but they're like individual, almost. They sit two people. Yes, TWO. And guess who I sat with . . . just guess.




Did you guess Malqomb? Because you would be right.
It happened like this: Malqomb flew York up first, and the rascal boarded a car, slammed the door closed, and zinged off into the distance. Yeah, they are pretty much isolated control too.So, Malqomb and I ended up HAVING to share one because the "train-man" came and said there had to be two to a seat.
Man oh man. We haven't even said a word to each other. He's sleeping right now, but I'm sure he'll wake up, if only to look at me and look at me and look at me.
Oh boy, this is going to be a LONG L O N G trip.
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Friday, December 19, 2003

The Journey: Day 3
We haven't reached the train station yet, that should be tomorrow. But, besides that, I'll brief you on the past couple of days.

We traveled. That's right, nothing but traveling traveling and more traveling. We ride these animals that they call iken. The iken look sort of like giant deer/elk/moose/horses. Bassically, four legs which are VERY long, short curly horns, jump very smoothly. I ride next to York, behind Malqomb, or sometimes in front. I haven't had the chance to write because we've been trying to make good time.

The reason we're going to the Eastern Continent is a little fuzzy, maybe that's because I don't want it to be true. Malqomb says that the "bad guys" are still unaware of my presence on Trea, so I have to run and hide basically, because if they find me, they'll kidnap me and use my power as like a battery to fuel my . . . Tunash (the evil guy) so that he can take control of the government, ie. the country.
See . . . confusing.
I wondered though, about that dream I had a while back. Weird thing is, I've had it twice in a row over the past couple of days. And each one is a little different. Like, he says different things, my father . . . I mean, Tunash. He tells me he's coming. He says he knows my destiny.
I don't like thinking about it.
The light is fading, I better stop writing.
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Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Day 49
We are leaving tomorrow morning. The adventure begins, I suppose. But, I'm starting to feel like this really isn't as glorious as one might imagine. It's more like, strenuous, arduous, tenuous, lots-of-other-words-that-describe-life-and-end-in-ous'es.

Malqomb Malqomb Malqomb. What an enigma. Now that I know more about him I can't stop thinking, wondering, looking at him. We are traveling on trains (strange? YES), for the first part of the journey. We are going north, if I haven't already said, because we have to catch a boat and go to the Eastern continent. Now, THAT part scares me. A LOT. I hate the ocean.
*sigh* I must sleep. Sleep, but hopefully not dream.
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Sunday, December 14, 2003

Day 47
Writing like this, religiously every other day helps me keep track of time.

York came back. We talked for a long time, about the importance of beauty in the world, and about Malqomb in general. York has known him for twenty years. Malqomb is like the big brother York never had, I guess. There are a lot of things I didn't know about Malqomb.
#1 He is an orphan. No family. He was raised by a group of men who were determined to learn the ways of the Power.
#2 He kidnapped me from my "father", Tunash, so as to save me from being a pawn. (ironic eh?)
That story is a long one, and it is not for me to tell. I'll just say this: that Malqomb was barely twenty when I was born, and he had to trek across the country far north to get me. York said it changed Malqomb.
#3 He was in love with this girl, the one in town, but he wouldn't stop work on the Shelter to marry her, so she left him.
#4 Apparently I, me, am Malqomb's mission in life. To teach me to make the right decisions.
And, York said something else, something a little strange. He said, "And if that man thinks he can deny his feelings for much longer, he's wrong."
When I asked what he was talking about, York just looked at me. That, "you should get it." kind of look.
But. . . . what should I get? Does it have something to do with me?
I'm getting weird vibes here.
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Friday, December 12, 2003

Day 45
Why do these days feel so dead!? Why do they scream at me from beyond the grave! Pull me down to their level of depression!

Sorry, I've been crying. I feel like crap. Malqomb yelled at me. Well, no, he didn't yell. He just . . . he said some things. Things no other person has ever said to me. I'll try to write down the gist of it.

"I am apalled by your lack of respect. Not respect for me, I don't expect you to have any. But, respect for yourself. Do you understand the means of your life? Of course not, I wouldn't either. And, I don't, not even now.
You are here for a reason. I know you think I brought you here to manipulate you. Yes, I did. But I brought you to my home, this place, to manipulate your mind, to make you see your potential, to make you love what I love. This world.
I don't care who you are, who your father was, where you come from . I care about you. I care about your heart. I've seen too many people lost to the evils of an imperfect world, and yes, it is imperfect. So, I have to show you the beauty, the perfection within the imperfection. Please, do not give up on the goodness of your own soul for petty vengence on a man who is only trying. I ask of you only one thing, that you live a good life. Whether this war lasts for 100 years or one day. Whether my . . . my home is lost, my people enslaved, brainwashed! Whether I live or I die! Please, choose to live a good life. Choose to see the perfection, and you can be happy. "

He had started to cry at "my home is lost." Now I understand what he is fighting for. What I must fight for, even if it means fighting myself.
I can't write anymore, . . .
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