Equinox, 1400

Zalmon, Valdemar

The man had come. He had just staggered up to my door step on the dark of the moon and had, with what I now know of as a false sense of weakness, knocked on the door. During a huge, Mage induced, storm, and I could not deny him entrance. But from the moment I had seen him, I had known he was wrong, in a strange way. I could not tell how, but there was something about him that made my hair raise on end, little bumps stick up on my arms. Every time he passed close to me, the air seemed to chill, like he was a huge block of ice in my warm house. I waddled about, getting him hot, mulled cider, several blankets, and a couple of my poor husband''s breeches and shirts. He was gone, my husband. We had been married only a week when he left, trying to hunt that terrible boar using his petty magic. We had been a happy couple, and after the wedding had immediately gone into what happy couples always do. And only weeks after dear Corlaf had left, I found that I was pregnant. My small healing magic informed me, and when I looked with my powers at my growing child, that the child was a girl. When the strange man had come yesterday, I had known I was almost due. That I was due today, in fact, Equinox, for I am in the beginnings of labor now.

The man had frightened me so I had doubled my crumbling shields and had slept with my dirk underneath my pillow. My grandfather's dirk which he had given to me just before he had died. It had been infused with magic so it would pass through any shield or magical barrier. It had been successful against two mages who had sensed my powers and had decided they liked them and me and wanted me. But that was when I was younger, and more powerful. Now I was just a woman in pain, about to go into labor.

I needed to write the following information because I know I will not live through my dear girl's birth. I sensed the man was strange, and now I know why. Last night, I had fallen into an uneasy sleep, one hand clutching the wrapped hilt of my dirk. Around the dark of the moon's peak, I heard a noise that pierce my disturbed sleep, and when I tried to roll over, I found I could not. I didn't know at first if it was my body benumbed with sleep or whether it was mage induced paralyze spell. I know when he revealed his formally cloaked mage powers and came in my room.

The man was a blood mage, with the blood-tainted powers, and I could now Feel what had been his cloaked power next to me, perhaps sitting on my bed. I felt the quilts I was under move, and my shirt lift to expose my enlarged stomach. Then, as I felt his happy elation, he touched my belly and child and a searing pain spread through me then into my baby, leaving me gasping and weeping with pain. I only remember darkness from that point on. I must've then drifted into the bliss of sleep for I remember no more. When I woke, I only had the knowledge I would not last through the forthcoming birth of my child later this day.

I do not know what that mage did to my child, but the midwives of Zalmon approach and even now the pain is beginning. Please, whoever finds this journal, use the information inside and take it to a priest or Herald. My daughter will be strange, but someone must take her in. I trust this journal and my daughter in the finder of this journal. Her name is Dayanama, and she must be taken to a safe place.

Thank you,

Dalema of Zalmon





AN: Hey this is me and I just wanted to say I had run out of ideas for What Comes of Elements? So I started this and If you like it more or not as much as my other story please review. Also, if you have ideas for my other story, for I am not a thorough person and I just started writing, please review. Thanks! I hope you like this story!