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Wednesday, January 7, 2004
The Journey - ill fated: Day 21
This strange feeling . . . I just can't. I should hate him. I should, I know I should but . . .
Okay, taking a deep breath. And I'll tell you.
So, two days ago they stopped at a village. This vilage that I'm in right now, I mean we're still here. Peok'Kreol told me that he was waiting. Waiting for Him. I had nightmares last night, after a day of total insanity. First, Peok'Kreol told me I was to be washed. And of course, I said "Not by any of you!" He told me I was to be chained, stripped, and splashed with dirty water from a bucket. Pretty much his exact words, and . . . like any self-respecting teenage girl, I punched him in the face. Well, not really, I "threw" a pole into it, with my mind. This telekinesis thing is quite useful. Then he used his power. He made me go numb. I fell on the floor like a ragdoll, but I could still see and breathe and think. Then he strode over to me, the cocky bastard, and he tore my shirt. Tore it off of me.
Obviously, that was not something I was going to stand for. So . . . well, I didn't kill him. Just, well . . . I just made him think that he was on fire, and when he fell to the floor screaming in agony, losing his control over me . . . I . . . well, I kicked him until they came and chained me up. Then I made three of them do the same thing and exploded one creature I was particularly disgusted by.
I have a feeling that they won't try anything like that again.
But . . . that isn't . . . that was strange. Until He arrived.
Just today I met my father. I met Toresti Tunash, The Fire Bringer, The Demon. He is my father. I can't help it.
And out of all those things which he is supposed to be, he doesn't seem evil. He doesn't seem any different than . . . than Malqomb, just fighting for a cause. However, what that cause is is what frightens me.
He held me. I . . . I never knew what a father's touch was like. Until this day. Until I met mine.
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