Entry lV:

I have been here, on Mallet Island, for what is two human years. The monotony is becoming rather mind numbing. I guess this allows me more time to write.

I have found a full library here. It has helped aleviate some of the tedium. I do enjoy reading. Fortunately, there are also some classics in the library as well.

Humans never come here. I have no idea why it is so important that this place be guarded over so well.

Even now, I would welcome the distraction of a human's company. I have grown bored and restless.

I must make the rounds of the grounds. There are many artifacts here, which must be protected at all costs. In the wrong hands they could become a means to defeat Lord Mundus.

Before I turn this into a journal of all that I have read, and done I shall end this entry

Entry V:

Oh the tedium! It is enough to drive a sane person to madness.

But as I look around my chambers, I have found that it is not all bad. I have found various antiques and have managed to decorate to suit my taste and station.

I especially enjoy the large chair that I am writing from now. It faces the west windows that basically cover the entire wall, floor to ceiling. I can see the sun setting, and I find that rather soothing in some ways. I have light to read or write by when I feel like lighting candles, or the chandelier for that matter. This castle is ancient and has not been brought to modern standards by any means.

Again, how I know of the modern ways of the human world...

Sometimes I do wish there was electricity here. But alas, it is not meant to be.

As I gaze upon my chambers, I realize electric lights would be a bad thing for the furnishings and decorative rugs and such I've found. Faded but not worn, they are still magnificent. Electric light tends to fade antiques such as these.

This is becoming terribly redundant though. This...Writing.

I shall endeavor to do my best however.

I believe I have read every book in that accursed library. I know each and every stone and brick in this castle now. What I would not give for a good battle.

I grow bored, and my skills grow stale here.

My Lord Mundus has sent another of the generals to guard over another artifact. The Pride Of Lion. It is in the Cathedral. Phantom, my fellow general, although how such a creature attained that position I have no idea; has been assigned to guard over it, I hope that it can succeed at the task.

Other than its extraordinary powers and strength, it lacks the finesse of one trained in the finer arts of battle, such as myself. I have managed to strike up a few conversations with it. Even if its vocabulary tends to be rather limited.

Physical limitations not withstanding. It is not one of Lord Mundus's finer leaders.

Oh well. I am not one to criticize the judgement calls of my lord. He must have felt that for that particular artifact, brawn was far more important than brains. Perhaps he is right.

I shan't second guess him.

I will go read another of my favorite books.

For the millionth time.

It is one regarding the fine art of Alchemy. Although I haven't the means to practice that art here, it is still fascinating reading.

So, that is what I shall do.

Until next time...

Dante put the book down, after having read the first few entries. The syntax was wrong, the grammar was atrocious. It gave him a headache trying to fumble his way through it.

He closed his eyes after laying the book back on his nightstand. IF it was his brother writing this...He didn't want to consider that possibility.

He heard the soft knock on his bedroom door. With a weary sigh he got up and opened it to Trish.

They had a job.

He walked away. Putting his troubled thoughts in the back of his mind.

Once again the book shimmered with an aura, that he wasn't there to see, or sense.