Diary Page 3


Day: To protect I followed my warrior friend once more, perhaps not him, perhaps one of his line... well... not so much followed him... but rather used the dreams to find him on the winds. His essence is strong; the champion is still within the blood line. I require some of what he is, the Champion, the mortal sinew of body, the delicate taste of... mortal flesh and succulent blood. I shall take the same amount as I took in the last time we encountered. He will not see me; he will not die. He will just fever and shall grow strong once again. But for what reason does he exist? He has killed many such as I have, for I see the sweetness that he harbors... only covers the stench of blood that sticks to him like a gooey tar. Is it to protect? I see stories in his mind. Those of young ladies, stories of flesh... always protecting the flesh... My mind is weakening. My words are becoming too random and incoherent... I pray I have the strength to keep enough of myself to finish... Ink stains the page, as if the writer was trying to erase what was written. I am nearly done, nearly finished... I have the tools I need to complete my task... I just lack something raw, something natural yet refined. It must shine bright as any pale moon...

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