Disclaimer: The character's within this spinoff from my Labyrinth story are mine, but the world they are stationed in doesn't. I earn no money, but I do so enjoy the reviews!

This chapter in her diary is her response to her running from the ball in chapter 19 of New Crystals, Old Dreams. If you haven't read that story, this won't make much sense to you, so I suggest reading that first…it's a great read!

The Diary of Jeaule Olincamp

How to even write about this night…?

I suppose I can begin with the good…the magical and end with the heart shattering finale.

Today started off with me feeling like I was going to be ill if I had to wear this dress that Sarah picked out for me. I have developed a habit, by her insistence, that I should call her merely Sarah in private. I feel that this diary is private enough to continue this habit.

The dress seemed held together by magic. Honestly, that was probably a bit true, but I wore it because Sarah seemed so sure that it would be perfect for me. And I'll be damned if I didn't say that when I put it on I wanted to die…but she was right. Though I didn't realize that or come to terms with that until Cyric told me so.

Cyric.

I kissed him tonight.

Oh gods, if I had known it would feel like that, I would have stopped being so shy LONG ago, but I assume that is a part of me that he loves.

He loves me….

It seems strange to write and far stranger to hear it whispered in my ear while dancing with him. How has this happened to me? That a man like him should love me so? What have I done that warrants such a prize as him? I would have questioned that till I was blue in the face, but the reason has been ripped from me.

By my own sister.

She is Medb's spy, though I will only ever admit that here in these pages. She cornered me at the ball tonight and told me if I were to tell on her, she would tell Medb what she saw tonight. I couldn't believe it to be true. There was no way that MY sister was the spy working for Medb, but it is painfully and gut wrenchingly true.

Erina saw our kiss in the hall outside our rooms. She will tell Medb of it and so forfeit Cyric's life if I ever tell a soul that she is the spy. How can I betray the trust of the woman that I think of as a friend now? But how can I not and still save Cyric's life?

My pains are too numerable to write down on these pages, I need sleep.

I need to think.

I need to plan.