cesistya

I cannot help but to feel I'm going to have my first actual job soon for my business. Though all in all, this was an interesting day.

    Can things get any more confusing for me? So much has been going on lately though it's hard to tell it's for the good or for the bad.

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.

Aallan, mounting his steed Longfellow, held the parchment with an odd seal: a white hand with a red eye in the palm.  He let out a sigh through his nose, as he recounted the conversation he had with the elf maiden Cesistya just a while before, starting the journey outside of Bree-town.  Thirty minutes of riding off the roads passed him by, bringing him to the pass into a hilly valley, almost devoid of animal life, with the exception of an occasional scavenger.  

((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...

The Family of my Mother - The New Eyes of Nitumbu