War is upon our lands our community had been forced to go into hiding from the muggles, we have spoken to our friends on the other side it is the church that is forcing the issue we hold no grudge against them every being is entitled to their own opinion that is our law and law are written by our founders of the Alliance. I believe we are now becoming of little use the world is well enough handling itself but we will remain for the time being especially after the goblin wars. I have spent hours going through the previous journals of my ancestors reading of their own trails we have survived so much, yet I have born no daughter and the line states it must pass through a female to hand over. My sons though I love them are unable to read the journals or even touch them, two of my friends are the same with their children I fear we may be the last then again maybe it is time we stepped back until we are needed again as history has shown before we are only as useful as when we are needed.
Lady Anglement's line is technically no more there is no female heir to take the title, her sons kissed her brow this morn for the final time, we have told them they are welcome to stay but they both smiled and declined they are going to change their name after speaking at great length with their Mother, their line will return when they are needed most we have farewelled a great friend.
Edward and Peter left this morning for the muggle world they said, they are too well known in our world. It is strange in the manor now the place we have all called home for so long her chambers have sealed themselves, I can only wish the future Lady Anglement luck when she returns, though I do so pray that the community shall not be in ruins when the time calls for us again.
The winter draws to a close as do we, our children have gone out into the world to make their own lives forgetting their abilities in some cases. As far as the magical community is aware four of them died this last winter, the Alliance will die out with them a myth told to children would be my guess. I can only hope that the ministry in place runs the community smoothly, though I am proud to be who I am I do hope another shall not need to take my place for we will only rejoin now if the time calls for it, if the world needs us once more. If by chance that happens then I ask our new High Lady to please read through our journals know what our ancestors have suffered through, it will help you upon the right path.
It is never easy to lead, to rule you will make mistakes like we all have, you will find injustice within the world but know this you are only as ever strong as the rest of the Alliance you are only as ever strong as those you wish to protect.
It seems that I am to be the last, death moves closer and circles slowly around the manor the majority of the rooms have sealed themselves off now the spells and protections are in place they shall not be lifted until it is yet time for us to come back together. I have lived a long I am happy of my achievements, I can only hope that I have led the Alliance well. I welcome my death to see my friends and family again it is but another great adventure.
The last Lady of Kensiskikov died here upon this day 14 April 1676, our High Lady always Anne Sophia Beatrice Kensiskikov.
This was going to be a longer story set of journals but a computer melt down back in January lost all of the completed work for this story, I may in the future add more to it