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Journal of an Elf
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JOURNAL ENTRY #2 ::Years have come and gone since that day I lost both my brother and my home, yet the memory never ceases to haunt my thoughts. The look on my brother's face as he collapsed, his blank eyes staring out of that cold, lifeless body once capable of love and laughter. These images stubbornly imprint  in my mind. His memory still never fails to reduce me to tears, even if my brother was an arrogant fool. I've far from forgotten his mockery of my every pursuit. "Your cooking could put the undead in their graves, again! (I can't disagree with this one.) You swing your sword your sword as if you are afraid it will get hurt! Ha, you'll never be anything but weak, delicate little elf girl. Just give up now." ::If only my brother still remained... he would see how accurate he really was. I AM weak... Even after all these years of training, I managed to be defeated by a single bandit wielding a stone sword, while I myself was fully suited in iron. Now look at me, rendered helpless by this blasted wound he gave me. I have not been able to wield a sword in months, as their weight sends the most agonizing pain down my being. Delicate and weak indeed. ::It is no wonder everything was stolen from me on that day, how could I ever have hoped to protect anything? :: :: JOURNAL ENTRY #1:: These Wardens are not my favorite bunch. After sharing a (stinky!) barracks with these rowdy elves, I've developed a dislike for most of 'em. Any Warden who is not an Initiate fancies  like royalty, with their condescending orders and snobby scoffs. ::Just today, the Wardens captured an suspect Undead associate by the name of Sparrow, along with Initiate Caden. I'm not too sure what Caden is accused of, but Seth suggested that Sparrow had successfully pitted the Wardens against one another. He also fears other Wardens will be brought in for questioning. I can't help but be amused. Is that awful of me?