Note: Sorry I haven't been on lately guys. First my old desktop died and my new one came in this afternoon. And now I'm heading up to Virginia either tomorrow night of Thursday morning and I won't be back 'til Sunday.

Sorry guys, but I thought I'd at least post this chapter to let y'all know I was still alive.

Anyway, enjoy~


The Fourth Month of the Rainy Season during the Fortieth Year in the Reign of Her Imperial Radiance

~000~

It's still raining. In fact, I believe it is raining harder now then it was last night.

Not that my culler minds. Sometimes I wonder if the sea-dweller prefers being wet to being dry.

I, however, do mind. It's not that I hate or dislike the clear, cool and fresh drops of liquid that are currently falling outside my window. No, it's the clouds they fall from I can't stand. Clouds that cluster about above an area and block out the beautiful Beforian sun...

So, since my normal routine of walking about on the beach in the daylight has been disrupted, I have decided to start filling out this diary. The Highblood gave this to me at dawn with an order to start recording my daily habits and my day to day life in general, mumbling something about descendants.

I highly about I shall ever fill a quadrant with another and having said offspring, being what I am, but I see no harm in spilling my emotions into this book. It will be healthier than talking to myself or keeping my feelings bottled up and all I must do is keep it hidden.

Seems safe enough.

~000~

I am known as Kanaya Maryam, a former caretaker of the former Mother Grub.

I say former for both as I have been culled by a lavenderblooded sea-dweller of the name of Adnora Verona and because my Mother Grub is dead.

...Looking back at this sentence, I suppose I should explain that i, too, am dead. I am a rainbowdrinker.

I don't truly recall my life before the day my world fell apart. I suppose I never shall nor want to.

All I can remember were my last moments. The Cavern the Mother Grub and I were in was shaking. It could have been an earthquake or a cave-in, I shall never know.

Either way, some stalactites began to fall. I fell to my knees and one of them ran me through.

The last thing I recall seeing afterwards was my Mother Grub crawling towards me. And then getting skewered before my very eyes.

After that I can only remember being handed over to a subjuggulator to be culled and then waking up in this lonely mansion of a hive with Verona.

But that was five sweeps ago and I am now considered an adult and am old enough to move out. Not that I ever can.

As a rainbowdrinker, I cannot return to the Caverns of the Mother Grub. I am danger there as much as anywhere else, what with my unquenchable thirst and hunger for blood. So, in other words, I am bond to live out my undead life with my culler, trapped in this accursed hive for the rest of my days.

Pardon my abrupt ending of this log, but the rain has stopped and the clouds are dispersing.

I will make a new entry tomorrow morning, but, for now, I have a walk to attend to.

Farewell.