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Fall and winter, the second year, excerpts from Magdelina's diary and Alexader's Journal
~~~~~Alexander's Journal~~~~~
September 30
Nothing interesting has happened in the past week, except for the discovery of a new thing to do with the claws. I found out that I can melt them in the hot spring, then stretch the soft goo to make a threadlike substance - it takes quite a few stretches to work - and I can weave that together, then warm it up, hammer on it, and it is a water-proof material. Basically, I have invented a water-carrier.
~~~~~Magdelina's Diary~~~~~
October 14
I really need to find a better way of keeping our food. Last night, a mouse snuck in and ate an entire bag of grain. We need that grain. Xander has been gathering wood, and I have been weaving cloth. It is a very difficult thing to do, especially without a proper loom.
In other news, the wall thickening ring is now three feet tall and climbing. Gladly, with the claws, it is easy to get rock, since they cut through it like bread when the scale is flattened and given a sharp jagged edge.
October 29
You know how I wrote about that dream I had a few months ago? Well, I had it again. The one with the sword under the root. It was weird. I was walking through the forest, but the forest was different. It had more pine trees, less of our leafy trees.
Speaking of our leafy trees, they are all a splendid shade of red, orange, gold, and some purple at this time. It is beautiful!
Anyway, back to the dream. I left our house, and walked in the woods. I entered a cave and walked and walked down a long tunnel. When I came out the other end of the tunnel, I was in a pine forest. I looked back, but there was no tunnel, which was odd. I turned around, and I saw a young man walking. He went over to a tree, the same one in my first dream - huge and branching, with roots rippling above the ground. The roots separated somehow, and he reached down and pulled out a blazing blue sword. It was shining, and it looked like it was on fire! I wanted to learn more, but I woke up. I have no idea why these dreams are happening, but there has to be something significant about them! I mean, why else would I be having the dreams? Unless I'm crazy or something!
November 13
Yesterday, the oddest thing happened. The snow fell, and I was quite a distance away from the house. I was running in the blizzard-like conditions when suddenly, there was a clear path, like there was a light shining from behind me, guiding me safely to shelter. It was really weird, and actually sort-of scary. What could be out there? Out in the far beyond? I have no clue, and I'm not sure I want to know...
December 1
First day of December. I think. Not that we are completely sure. We never really can be, I suppose. But we think. Anyways, last night I did not sleep. Yesterday, Xander had a fever, and he opened the door. Not a good idea, when the snow is five feet high out there. I spent the entire day cleaning up the snow and keeping him from doing it again. I put most of the snow in buckets, then put it in the pen. Did I tell you about that? We found a flock of sheep, and are keeping three. I have already made two shirts with the wool! There is also a goat, so we have milk. Our farming last summer has really paid off, and we have plenty of food not only for ourselves, but also for the sheep and goat. Anyways, gotta go. Xander is stirring again, and I don't feel like spending another day cleaning up snow.
End of December sometime.
This is Xander actually. Yes, I know this is Meg's Diary, but she is the only one with any paper, and it is all attached to her Diary. I don't actually know the date, because I cannot find the calendar we made, and I have had a fever for probably the past four weeks or so. Meg caught the fever just as I lost it, so now she is sick. I think we were both healthy for two hours... (Insert large ink blot) Sorry. Meg stirred, and I sort-of spilt the ink pot. I hope she doesn't get mad...
January 28... I think
We're both better now, though I have lost count of the days. Xander said exactly twenty-nine days passed while I was sick, so the 28th is a guess, but a close one, I think. I'm not to happy about Xander using my diary, and that inkblot... I am annoyed. But I forgive him, of course. How could I not? He's my brother. I had another dream in my fever, one with the sword boy. He was standing before a large rock, and spoke something. I heard it all, and remember it quite well. But I wonder what it is. Anyways, he spoke it, and a big door opened in the rock, and he went in. It was weird. I followed, and inside was a massive chamber, filled with eggs. Dragon eggs. Those seem to be a big feature in my dreams, Dragons. I wonder why?
February 7
Its been a week since I got well again. Both Xander and I are glad this happened during the winter, when there isn't much to do but sit about anyways. It didn't pull either of us away from our responsibilities. While I was sick, Xander butchered the last deer and started smoking it, and used the pen as a sparring area. He's been rebuilding his strength, and I have been doing the same in the past week. We have not regained our former skill, but we are getting close.
February 21
We climbed out of a special hatch in the roof to check out the snow, and it was stunning, all smooth and untouched. It came up to the roof, and most of the terees were half covered. It was like a short forest!
March 7
I had another dream last night. There was a creature, like a bird the size of a human, wrapped in a cloak, and it was conversing with a black man. No, his skin wasn't black, it was pale as the moon. But he had a dark temperament, like he was brooding, or hiding something evil. It was frightening. I woke in a cold sweat, terrified. They had struck some sort of deal, that much was evident. And so much death...
March 20, Last day of Winter
Last day of winter today, not much is happening around here. The snow is melting, and making us very glad that we waterproofed the house. Out there, it is warming up, and Xander has already started making a "roof garden," whatever that is. He never lets me up there, which is really annoying.
A/N: Yay! Only two more chapters of journal entries, then we get the dragons!
