Chapter 3- Shareen's Journal
Shareen smoothed her sky blue robe out, it falling just below her knees. She sat down, and reached under her bed, pulling out as well a tattered old journal. She had plucked a fine feathered quill from a jar of ink, and flipped through the pages, resting on a blank one. She soon began to write.
Year 4- It's been quite a year, even though it's been the same as the others. Not much has changed, except that new school. That old Yuke... I just don't understand it. She's been around longer than Roland, and yet she seems so youthful... Well, not much to lose sleep over, my grandma once said. Dente has changed alot, I've noticed... Before, he was all serious and such, but... He's kind of turned into a softy... It makes him a bit cuter, I must admit, but it seems odd... Anyways, there's that new Miasma Stream we'll have to hit soon. I hate those things... They're so... Dead. There's no life at all; The tree's are annihalated, the ground is rotted, and Miasma everywhere... It gives me nightmares sometimes, but still, I press onward... I just know Dente will keep me safe, I know it...
Shareen gave a small sigh, setting the quill back. She re-read the last sentence over 5 times, smiling a little each time. She gently layed journal beside her, looking up at the ceiling for a while, before soon falling asleep.
