((authors note: Reodwyn and Morwyn belong to my bestest friedn Melt (melody), don't steal them or we will send a rapping puppy after you :-P enjoy))
June 26th, 3041
Dear diary,
A few nights ago when I snuck out, Elfwine caught me. He really surprised me. He took me back into the city, and talked to me in secret. He seems to know what I now desire. My deepest wish, my secret longing. I've never written it in here before. But it is to be free. To leave this city and my life and never come back. Go with the Riders to places far away, conquer enemies, be a hero. Elfwine says he saw the look in my eyes. So he promised to teach me how to ride and fight. He is home a lot more these days. It appears the remaining enemy is in hiding, or decided to leave us all alone. So every night Elfwine will teach me what I've always wanted to learn.
My fourteenth birthday was yesterday. My lessons have now changed. Instead of sitting in that room all day, I learn different things. Like how to sing, and how to heal different things. I am glad for the change. I hate that room more than anything else. But I don't know why I am learning these things. It doesn't seem like I will ever use them. The minstrel's daughter, Reodwyn, who is teaching me how to sing, is very nice. We actually grew up together in a way. If I ever had a best friend, it would be her. But I have been locked away for so long. The only times I used to see her were when I was little and running away. Papa always treated her like he treats all "commoners"; never talking to her, except to give commands. But now that we will most likely be spending every day together, we talk together often. She somehow will manage to teach me how to sing, though I don't know how.
August 21st, 3041
Dear diary,
The lessons Elfwine teach me aren't as easy as I thought. When I was very little I would always stand on the steps of the Golden Hall with mama and watch the eoreds ride away whenever papa left. I would admire the way horse and rider were one, how strong all the men were. Mama would wave to papa, and blow him a kiss, and after they were out of sight we would go inside. Riding always looked so easy when I watched them. You just sat on a horse, and it would move. But that is not the case, as I have learned. You have to position your feet, sit up straight, try to move with the horse. I have bruises in unmentionable places from spending hours a night in a saddle. Elfwine says I am finally getting it. I can now trot and not fall off. I can also block a lot of attacks with my sword, and shoot at some targets. Elfwine says there's a lot more though. I have to learn to shoot at moving targets too, and targets far away, and learn to shoot while riding. This is going to take forever.
I have been going outside a lot for lessons. I talk to the townspeople every day. I have become reacquainted with the many childhood friends I had. One girl in particular, Morwyn, the half-Elf, with whom I used to spend all day with. She has a sad life though. Her Elven mother died because of her birth, and her father never forgave her for it. Her father is also a drunkard, and Morwyn has scars from the horrid nights when he would come home and beat her. But she has the same dream as I do. She is training herself, and plans to join an the Riders in disguise when she can ride well enough. Perhaps I will go with her, perhaps not. I don't know what the future holds.