6th bilunar perigee, 3rd dark season's equinox, 10th day –
Alas, my evasion was a huge success. In some time I was able to outsmart and outrun my chasers. They were petty crooks and nothing more. I had no quarrel with them; therefore their blood is not worth spilling. I am alone yet again thinking of those that I once held dear. I still hold them close though they seem so departed now. I miss them all. What I would give to see a friendly face again. My heart yearns for a loving embrace that they used to offer me. And here I am in the frigid tundra of that which I do not know. When lost, an outsider like I can perish very easily here. There are little signs of civilization in this freezing wasteland. What little contact there is to other beings almost always ends up being hostile. There was… one, however, that I can never forget: A woman no older than I. Being brutally beaten and taken advantage of in a small isolated village. The one inflicting the pain was large… and very ruthless in his actions. As I witnessed each strike upon her… heard each shriek of pain and sheer terror… I know what must be done. I revoked the duties of protection from harm from this so called "man" and laid it upon my shoulders like the dark shroud that has covered my movement since I was only 6 sweeps of age. I crashed through the window and immediately I can feel the chill of the cold mistress disappear into the warmth of the hearth fire. It was quite a comfortable temperature, though nonetheless there was a much more important task at hand. The lumbering behemoth stopped and looked on in confusion. Just then did I iterate the words "Pay for the wrong that is done in blood". He takes no time to absorb any sense of it. A man speaking of blood and redemption just crashed through your second floor window. With primal instinct he attacked. The woman shrieked in terror as I plunged my blade deep into his heart…. She moves back in fear. I took a glance into her eyes and saw… hope. "Are you alright?" I ask her… I get no response as she is stricken in tears. I go up to her and tell her "that man is no longer a worry… do you understand…". Suddenly she leaped up and latched onto me… sobbing in pain and also great relief. Through her cries I heard the words "thank you". I stayed with her through the daytime. She felt safe… I felt needed.. But as always I had to carry on… I left without a goodbye… thinking that it could lessen my attachments… I was horribly wrong… may the night watch over her in the future.