Author's Note: Yup, it's been forever since an update, and I am very very very sorry for this. Please forgive me! Now, to continue! Special Thanks to Starfish Saver and Dark Blaziken, who have been faithfully reviewing for me! Thank you! And of course thanks to everyone else who reviewed- I read every one! And it's TWO CHAPTERS.
PS: I have changed my penname. I think its much more sophisticated then my last one.
Entry 3
I apologize, for I should be able to write accordingly in this diary of mine, so I should be able to recall events when I need present them to Lord Uther, but I have been lackadaisical as of late, for many reasons, plus a personal cause to put some kind of use to Heather, my companion who is about as useful as a rock unless you count hurling it across the valley you're traveling in to ease your frustration. Unfortunately I am not strong enough to throw Heather that far, how much I wish I was!
Luckily however, our mission is not meant to go on much longer, thank the holies, as we have a week hence from here to arrive at our destination, the mountains of Bern, a large enemy country of Ostia I learned via Lord Uther's confiding in me, although it is no secret that Bern and Ostia have never been on friendly ground. He warned me to tread carefully in these parts, foreigners from other countries are never welcomed, and if they suspect you a spy they'd arrest you without hesitation. I will heed his advice, although I have been aware of this from previous escapades into this mountainous, rugged territory.
I wondered if Heather was aware of the dangers looming before us; I highly doubted it. I decided I was better off safe then sorry, so I looked behind me- she is rather a stroller then a walker- and found her admiring some flowers which had adapted to this rugged, harsh mountain range. I suppressed my annoyance for the umpteenth time that day, choosing to go to my apathetic, professional air I had maintained and prided on for so many years, even around my dearest friends, even around Matthew.
Heather possessed this beautiful talent to be able to drive this apathy and professionalism to the edge. She picked some flowers, and laughed as they tickled her nose, and placed them in her brown tresses, and I felt myself bordering on exasperation. I sighed, audibly enough for her ears to catch, however she ignored me, intended or not.
"Heather." I pronounced loudly. She glanced up from her now scientific fascination with these flowers, and realizing her mistake she had reprimanded many times before by I, hurried up and fell in step alongside me. I kept walking, silent, letting myself quiet down before I lost it on her.
"It's quite beautiful here." Heather commented, attempting to start some form of conversation between us, which I was none too eager to continue. She added, "Do you know I've never seen Bern before?"
I glanced up alarmed. This did not bear well. She was obviously unaware of the hostility Bern does not bother to hide to foreigners, especially in particular Ostians, and especially Ostian spies.
The mountains we were approaching were getting larger rather quickly, and I was quick to fill her in on Bern- on their king who was driven to madness by a secret love affair with a woman named Sonia, who was heard to be quite the exotic beauty. Lord Uther made no secret of his disgust for the King of Bern and his mistress, proclaiming that the Queen was more beautiful and moral then Sonia could ever aspire for. I had once chanced upon a glance of the mistress and the King at while attending a party along with the Royal Family in Etruria, she was disgustingly beautiful, that Thing which had taken on a shape of a woman.
"Do you think Sonia has some connection with the Black Fang?" Heather guessed, and I slightly turned my head to give her a look of mixture of disdain and disgust, a mixture that not even I could distinguish the two from each other. We walked on in silence, and finally we came to a place to stop for the night.
Before we drifted off to sleephood, out of the corner of my eye I watched Heather take out a silver locket and opened it. It was most likely a picture of her beloved. I had a sudden longing for Matthew, whose face I had not seen but two weeks ago. Two weeks ago when he urged me to walk down the aisle and marry him.
The longing instantly vanished.
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