Brynleigh

It's amazing how people could pretend to be friendly when certain people are around and then be really rude when they're not. The reason why I say that will be explained soon.

So I picked up an empty book today to start a diary, I needed somewhere to put my thoughts. This entry will be quite long as there is a lot to write about and I will be shortening most of the stories.

The Massacre:

Is it possible to gloss over horror and wickedness, with something so simple as love? Can grace or forgiveness or compassion or any other kind thing, somehow blanket these dark stains, without ever truly dealing with them, to a point where you can simply step over them and pretend they no longer exist? It seems as though that is what people are trying to do right now. And I want it to work. I want the smiles and jests and hugs and well-wishes to make everything better, to erase the cloud that hovers over me. To help me forget. 

But it isn't working.

I had traveled to Bree for the first time ever since Agreis passed away. Unfortunately, I had missed quite a bit. I suppose I should start.

I went to the Pony and ordered myself a red wine, something that had been so normal for me to do. I made to the fireplace and stood by this one woman. She did not give her name even though I had introduced mine, though I didn't want to pry. We were soon interrupted by this one jerk. I swear, I don't think anyone had made me as annoyed as him ever since my former uncle in the Umaarah side, Inglen.

(Tears could be seen as stained all throughout the parchment)

You really don't know what it's like to have a huge part of your life and your heart just ripped out of you until you experience it yourself. I really wished that there was no such thing as nobles in this world... If they didn't, Agreis would've been still alive. Do I blame Raven for what had happened to him because of him being captured? Or do I blame the one that had caused Agreis to die in the first place? I suppose I should explain how things were first.

My word... This...day was exceptionally long. And difficult... Long in general.

It started out... Well, I wouldn't say a normal every day thing. It started out as slightly troubling. This one man that looked like Raven, but older, stepped into the inn. He was going off about something like Raven was missing. Truth be told, I honestly didn't think too much of it. I mean, seeing as how the last time we spoke, it didn't go smoothly.

Hah... Guess I am sort of alone now other than having Ghost around with me. Here's what happened.

Of course, earlier, there was this sort of near-fight happening that I got involved with. Supposedly, this one masked man was being stupid of trying to pick a fight with a Watcher, who soon introduced himself to me as Adalbart as soon as things cleared up. But let me get to the part where I say that I am alone.

((Funny enough, that song was titled as such that I have heard playing at a certain part of this post. XD))

"Running makes it look very bad...," said Brywulf, watching her. "You need to just explain the situation."

"The hobbit...," said Bambidal, shaking her head. "They will never believe me!"

"The hobbit..?" repeated Rizan to himself.

Ah, right... Chrissy...