The Diary of Rilona Murray
January 1st, 2004 – I am starting this diary to keep my thoughts in order, lately I have found that my head is just too clogged full of different ideas and confusions. A journal, I think, is a good way to store and organized them. I want to keep all conversations, events, and thoughts in this book as my New Year's Resolution. Let me start by tell what I did today. Today I walked to the local bookstore in the town center of Half Moon. The store owner, Dorian, greeted me at the door, we have been friends since I was 8 and he was 14. That was almost nine years ago, time does pass quickly... I greeted Dory with a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Hi Lona, how are you? Its been quite some time since you have been in, and I have seen you around."
"I know, I have not been my avid-reader self lately. I have been very busy around the house with holiday tasks."
He nodded and I took that as an "okay", he was usually much shyer, especially around me. I thought to myself, "He must have a new book to show me!"
I demanded him to show me the new book and he grinned. From then Dory dove right in, showing me quite a few new books, mostly fantasy, that was what Dory and I liked best. He lent me several books about far off places and royal romance.
Just as I was about to leave the shop a book caught my attention from the corner of my eye. It wasn't an overly large or elaborate book, and maybe that's why it seemed out of place almost. The cover was solid black and on the front there were the initials, M.M. I don't know why, but it made me intensely curious.
"Where is this one from?" I asked Dory. He answered slowly and uneasily as if something about his book was a bit, unusual, and maybe a tad bit, unnatural. "A woman in all dark clothing brought it in a little more than a week ago, very late at night. She said that she wanted the book off her hands; she looked very shaken and startled. Before I had a chance to get her name or what the book even was, she was out the door. I stepped out onto the streets and followed her silhouette with my eyes. She kept looking back over her shoulder as if something that I couldn't see was stalking her. I looked through it later that week; it is a journal of some sort." I asked, "May I borrow it?" "You can keep that dreadful thing, it gives me the creeps."
Dory walked me to the door of his shop. At the door I took up his hands in my own and told him that it was, as always, wonderful to see him and that I would stop by again soon. We said our goodbyes and I was on my way back to my house on the hill in the far corner of Half Moon.
As soon as I got to my bed, and under the great goose down comforter I fell asleep. It was only 9:30 but for some reason I felt overexerted and drained from the day's errands.