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Dear Diary, Love Sheena
10 January, 3596
Dear Diary,
I met the Chosen of Mana today. He's the hero who is supposed to save the world. His name is Zelos Wilder, and he is seventeen years old. That's four years older than me. No, three. Oh, diary, I'm so bad at math. Hee hee. He's very handsome and very popular. When I first saw him in the commissary (I know, why don't they just call it the "lunchroom?") all sorts of girls were hanging around him. But he left them, came over to where I was seated alone, and talked to me. Can you believe it? He was very nice, calling me hunny and complimenting me on my clothes. All the other kids make fun of my clothes.
He even told me I was pretty. Am I? I never really thought so. Pretty girls are popular, and boys want to hang around them. Boys don't usually hang around me. But Zelos did today. Does that mean I'm pretty? I don't know. I'm not looking for a boyfriend (Mizuhoan romances are ruled by so many rituals, that an outsider who stuck with them long enough to get to know the real me—he'd be a real special boy. I won't say he doesn't exist, but I'm not holding my breath), but I hope he'll be my friend. I haven't seen Orochi or Kuchinawa in months, and I could really use a friend.
I'd love to keep talking to you. I haven't been this happy since I left home. But it's actually pretty quiet in the Lab tonight, and the opportunity for a good night's sleep is too good to pass up.
Here's hoping no one wakes me up in the middle of the night for another experiment.
Love,
Sheena
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13 January, 3596
Dear Diary,
The Chosen ignored me today! He saw me in the commissary, and we made eye contact. I waved, and he didn't even acknowledge me. I have never been so embarrassed. Has he heard what the others have been saying about me? I didn't think he of all people would bow to peer pressure. He's a leader, not a follower. Like I wish I was.
Oh no. I just thought of something. What if he didn't know who I was before, and now that he knows I'm a killer, he doesn't want anything to do with me?
Oh, diary, I couldn't take that.
The Wednesday evening services at the Cathedral (yes, my teachers said I have to go) taught me that Martel is supposed to be a goddess of forgiveness. Shouldn't her living representative on Tethe'alla forgive me for what I've done? Not that I believe in her—I don't. I'm remaining faithful to God. But the Chosen believes in her, doesn't he?
Maybe I'm making too much out of this. Maybe he was busy today. Or maybe he was just taking pity on me earlier. Worse yet, maybe it was all a cruel joke.
Ah, nothing to be done, but move on.
There's supposed to be a spring break in March. I'm going to see if the teachers will let me go home then. With travel time, I'd only have a day at most in Mizuho. But it would be a day when I could sleep in my own bed and be with people who hate me because I killed their families, not because of the way I talk and dress. Pretty pathetic, huh?
Love,
Sheena