Dear Diary,
It's been five years since I finally returned to my kingdom. I look at myself, and the changes are so different. I have grown into a woman, and I have matured so much; and things are still wonderful. I'm now sixteen years old, and my father's been looking for suitors to marry me. How ridiculous. Me? Married?
It's been so strange living here, I'm still not used to it. Having this whole castle to myself, all of this land. Being the princess of the underworld. Sounds so unbelievable, right? But it is the most beautiful place in existence, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Not ever.
The Faun remains my best friend. He is my apprentice, he is my guide. He tells me new things every day, and whenever I feel lonely or bored he is here by my side. As ancient as he is, no one in the entire universe could ever replace him.
But, enough rambling. You're probably wondering, why would I randomly start a journal at age sixteen? Shouldn't I be out trying to start my life? Finding hobbies, having other things to worry about? And if that is what you're thinking, then you are definitely right. I should be finding new hobbies, I should be starting my life. And as it is right now, I really don't have much to worry about.
But I think that's about to change.
I overheard my father talking the other day. I'm still not sure what it was about, but there were many men there, gathering in the room. Their faces looked completely serious, if not scared and troubled. Something about a fight; a rebellion, an outrage. I don't know. But it scares me. And if anything is to happen, diary, I want to have you to keep my sanity. Even if nothing happens, I still have you. As lovely as being a princess is, I still have my problems, and things I cannot tell anyone about. I will be writing soon, once I know whats going on.
Love,
Princess Moanna