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Monday, February 2, 2004
The Journey's End - Day 21
So, I know I haven't written. These past few days I've been trying to get a clearer picture in my head, a better perspective on the whole Thing. The story or the history. I almost can't decide which one it is.
Has my father lied to me? Was this all just a ploy for my sympathy? Can I be the end of all this sadness?
I was always watching him while he told me, looking into his eyes when I knew he wanted me to look away. He was telling the truth. I know he was. There were emotions there that can not be fabricated, and the color . . . well, it wasn't black.
So I now know about my mother. He even told me more about her when I asked, but I couldn't write it all. No, there is too much to tell about the way they felt for eachother. Supposedly there is a letter she wrote that night before she hung herself, but it is held in the Palace as a relic. My father has never been back there.
That's another thing, another strange thing. He told me that it has been over 500 years since my mother was queen. (That's right . . . I'm a princess.) How this time lapse is possible is quite amazing. Supposedly my father knew who was following him, and I know also . . . now. It was Malqomb. Which, yes, would make Malqomb about 530 years old, but this is the strange part. I was sent to Earth to get away from my father (for obvious reasons), and instead of sending me in the same time line, I was sent a lot of years in the future. So, they all knew this, and knew that one day Toresti would want to get me back (they don't know his story), and somehow they must have kept Malqomb alive for that many years. I don't really know because my father is very sketchy about the whole thing.
I'm in love with a 530 year old. My father is a legendary demon-guy. And my mother killed herself while possesed by the Dark God Amlerka. That's one thing I can't deny, I want revenge as much as my father.
And as I sit in the camp, just outside Amlerka's oldest, most sacred temple, I can't help but think that this is the end. One way or another this story will end here. I will find my fate, tomorrow.
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