Hey people, just wanted to post the first few entries to see what people thought! Hope you enjoy it!
Journal Entry # 1
March 23, 2589
Well, I guess this is where I start writing. I'm not really good at 'gushing out my feelings' or 'pouring out my soul' but I am good at writing stories so I guess that's something. My uncle wanted me to write about what went on and what I went through while protecting the Pride Lands. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea but I went along with it when he told me what I would write on would simply say 'Journal' on it and not 'Diary'. So anyway, I'll just start with my basis info:
Basic Info:
Birthday: July 17, 2552 (I know some people would think I'm already like thirty something but my species ages a lot differently than normal things. So in reality, I'm only about 17)
Height: Five feet, eleven inches.
Weight: One hundred ninety pounds.
Species: Unknown; Mix (My father is part of a species who's name cannot be pronounce in English. My mother was a changeling.)
Religion: Non-denominational Christian.
Background:
Parents (Adopted and Real): My biological father is an evil man whose name is not worth mentioning. Sadly, I didn't have the chance to meet my mother. She died when I was still a baby. My uncle and aunt are the ones who were responsible for my upbringing. When I was little, my uncle saved me from my father, who at that time was drunk and trying to kill me. He, my aunt, and my cousin helped me become a Jedi and master the Force.
What I Look Like:
Appearance: I have blue eyes but I have to wear a blind fold all the time because my particular species can only see in the dark. So I use the Force during the day to help me 'see' in a way. I have blond hair and the ears of a wolf. My skin has kind of a dark black tint to it and I wear all black cloths. First, there's my tunic then my robe.
Shape Shifting: I can only shape into a wolf. My fur is mainly dark blue but also has streaks of black and maybe even some red.
Weapons: (Though I won't be able to use them as much in the Pride Lands, they're still good to have around) First, I have two golden bladed lightsabers that go up near my shoulders. There are latches on the bottom of each hilt so I can hook them together to make a double bladed lightsaber if need be. Then, there are my two antique pistols: Desert Eagles. Finally, I have two hidden blades that go underneath my wrists.
That pretty much sums up my Basic Info for now. It almost time for my daily (secret) patrol of the Pride Lands, so I'll be back later. (Almost forgot: due to the nature of my work, sometimes my entries will be sporadic. Ether because I had nothing to wright, my patrol took too long, or if I'm just too exhausted.)
Journal Entry # 2
May 1, 2589
It's been a few weeks but I finally got back to writing. The last patrol I went on took a whole lot longer than I had thought. It was all because of Mufasa's younger brother. It seems that Zazu overheard Scar talking to himself a couple weeks ago about meeting with hyenas and over throwing the king. Zazu went directly to Mufasa, who in turn, came straight to me. He was concerned about Zazu had heard because Mufasa knew that Scar held a grudge against his older brother for being named after a lengthy conversation, he convinced me to watch Scar till I was confident he wasn't plotting anything.
All I can say is that I will never go on another patrol that takes me over a month to do, no matter how many time Mufasa asks me. Even though I'm not supposed to be, I thought I was going to die of boredom at some points. There was good that came out of it though. I found out when and where he usually meets his hyena friends so I'll be able to watch him now and again. The things they talked about seemed like all talk and no action but still, there was still that element of obvious hate from Scar and the hyenas. I'm not sure at this point, but hopefully this plotting will only stay words and nothing else. I'll need to keep a closer eye on him though…
Journal Entry #'s 3-125
May 1, 2589 – July 23, 2589
I finally found it! It took me three months, but I finally found my journal. I had set it in a crevice in the wood next to my bed last May. Well like the dummy I am, I completely forgot where I had put my journal the night before. So I spent the next three months (I think, haha) looking for a book that was quite literally in front of my face the entire time. Today though, I was lying in bed trying to figure out where I had put it (for like the millionth time) when I just kind of remembered. So now I have my journal back and have to catch up the last couple of weeks. So here it is: Basically, after my month long patrol and the whole shim dig with Mufasa's little brother, nothing really happened for a long time.
There were only a few little things here and there that I had to (secretly) get involved in. (I also paid close attention to Scar but if he is still plotting, he's hiding his tracks pretty darn good) Speaking of secretness, my four month period of secrecy is almost over! I have about four days left; that is if my calendar's right. So in four days I'll be able to meet everyone that I've had to protect for the last four months. Oh I almost forgot to mention, Sarabi (Mufasa's mate) is going to give birth to a cub in about two weeks. So now, I'll also be able to celebrate a special occasion with someone other than myself. Take a couple days ago, I just had my eighteenth birthday and I couldn't celebrate it with anyone.
That was pretty lonely… But anyway, I'm now 'officially' a man so…. yeah…. Wow, I didn't know writing could actually be awkward... My alarm just went off, so I have to go on another night patrol again. (Oh, I almost forgot to add: the sunsets and rises are some of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen in my life. Whoever else reads this; I wish you could be here right now to see it setting…)
Journal Entry #126
July 25, 2589
I only have a few words today but there, I think, very exciting. I was giving Mufasa my weekly report (In secret of course. I'm not supposed to revile the location yet. Sorry to whoever's reading this, rules are rules) Anyway, I was giving him my report and after I was done, we got onto the subject of his son. You see, the lions have a tradition where when the king has a cub; the cub is presented to the entire kingdom. Well we were discussing who we thought would be the best person to present the cub when suddenly, out of the blue, he asked me to do it. At first I was shocked and tried to object, referring to others who would do a better job.
He stopped me mid- sentence and said, "No Colt, I want it to be you. One, it will help the other animals to see that we lions accept you and do not fear you and that they should do the same. Second, we, Sarabi and I, want you to be close to our cub from the very beginning. We want you to be his godfather. Someone who will be there for him if Sarabi or I can't be, for whatever reason." I was stunned for a moment as I tried to process what he had just asked. I manage to ask, "Why not his uncle? Surely Scar would at least consent to be there for the cub."
Mufasa's face grew serious as he replied, "Scar already holds a grudge against me for being chosen king and not him. I'm afraid my cub will be the last straw because now there's no chance he'll ever assume the thrown. Unless, that is, my cub and I were to die or just my cub. No, I cannot trust Scar anymore. It must be you." I tried to argue for a few more minutes but Mufasa would not hear it. Finally, I consented and thanked him for this honor and trust he had bestowed on me. So now, here I am, trying to prepare myself to be around a cub all the time. I don't think it will be that bad though, it's not like there'll be anything here to stop me from keeping he/she safe. What's the worst that could happen?