Disclaimer: I really don't own any of the characters or anything, so

Disclaimer: I really don't own any of the characters or anything, so... yeah don't sue!

Journal

Here I am writing again and wondering why I am doing so at all. This book was meant for my eyes alone (though in some far recess of my mind I knew that I would at least end up sharing it with Lord Cepheid), but two other people?! This is insane; I don't know why I even bother writing something so obvious.

On another note, I think I will talk with Zelgadiss again; in fact I'm leaving with him a few hours. Filia wants to make sure he won't remain sick or get any worse before we head out. I honestly have no idea where we are going, but I don't think you'll have trouble finding us. I guess that's beside the point though, isn't it?

I'm reading that poem again or at least the snatches written by Zel's inner combatants. I didn't realize they were so separate from one another. It's just a good thing that never happened between my two sides. I don't even want to think about that, sharing my head with Cepheid for the few times that I do is almost too much as it is.

Hmm, well, clear-minded I can say hat some of those stanzas (or at least a few lines in them) are making some sense to me. I wish they hadn't. My life(s) were always so fucked up with prophecies, and war, that this poem is really starting to bother me. You said it would only involve my immediate surroundings and me? For some reason I believe you, and even stranger, it's a comforting thought. I can feel my lips turn upwards in a rye smile. I guess I am a dragon after all.

Valgaav Aira

Sometimes though, I do wonder…