Ok, I'm updating today because I want to wish all my lovely readers out there a very Merry Christmas! These two chapters area present from me to you as a thank you for reviewing. Merry Xmas, and I'll update sometime soon. ^_^

~Lainfaer~

Elerrina- Obviously she's an Elf. Beinlóth means Fair Flower. The old woman may be an Elf, she may not be. Have a god Xmas. ^_^

ElvenStar5- Wow, thanks! You think I'm a great writer? Awe, thank you! I can't stop blushing now! ^_^ Have a great Xmas.

Chapter 3: Entry 2.

25/10 (Still.)

Dear Diary,

                   Been to market. It was the same as ever. Very noisy, very busy, and very entertaining. It always seems so…alive, so interesting. There's so much to see, and so many people to talk to. If they want to talk back that is. Saw Laraelia again. She's so kind to me. She's the one true friend I have ever had, and probably will ever have. The horses are my friends too of course, but they aren't the same as your own kind. But I feel that they are the only real 'people' who truly understand me. You can talk to them, and they won't answer back.

  Mother made me lock the hens up tonight, as father was not back. It was pitch black out there, and she knows how much I hate the dark. I took a lantern of course, but it was still horrible. I always see shadows on the walls, and every sound makes me jump out of my skin! It's silly really. I'm a big girl now. I shouldn't still be afraid of the dark!

  Father didn't get home till really late, and he was as drunk as ever. Mother got really mad at him, and threw the frying pan at him. It just missed him, and bounced of the wall behind him. She literally forced the slop she calls 'lamb stew' down his throat, then sent him up to bed to sleep it off. It's his own fault though. I stayed out the way.

  I saw the stallion today. He is so beautiful. He is a silvery-white colour, and if the sun shines on his mane, it looks like pure, woven silver. His eyes are really dark and mysterious. It's weird, talking this way about a horse, but it's true. He's so strange, but so wonderful. Apparently, he won't let anyone near him, according to father, but he let me pat him and talk to him. I seem to have a way with animals don't I? I'm going to have to think up a name for him, something beautiful and different. Something to do with the stars, or jewels. Something like 'Moonshine' would suit him, but that seems a bit feminine. Maybe 'Starlight'. No, I'm going to have to think it over. My mind is starting to switch off.

  What else happened today? Not a lot I don't think. I've just read over what I put in earlier. How many times have I entered that into my diary? It's starting to look more and more stupid every time I write it. Who cares if I'm different, deformed, and stupid? I have my soul, some kind of freedom, a roof to live under, and 'food' to eat. What else do I need really? At least I have some friends, even if they aren't human. And father has promised me that he will show me how to ride tomorrow! I hope he keeps his promise. It will be the best ting he has ever done for me. In fact, apart from taking me in, it will be the only thing he has ever done for me. I'm sure mother will hold him to it though. At least she has some sense of propriety even if it is only a tediously small amount.

  I had better get sleep now, dear diary. Perhaps I should think up a name for you. Something simple, like 'Daisy' or something a bit more exciting like… 'Crystal'. I like that name. I'll sleep it over. Good night… Crystal, for now.

Beinlóth.

So now please go on and read Chapter 4. Thanks. ^_^

~Lainfaer~