Heeeey. I had this one ready yesterday, but the document manager was being a bitch and didn't allow me to upload TTATT. But no worries, it's here now! Yeeeeeey.

So, keep reviewing, let me know what you think. x3

"Whats that?"

"It's called a diary Ike." Soren clenched the little black book along with his spellbooks as he walked. The blue-haired man reached over and grabbed it swiftly, holding it high over his head where Soren couldn't reach it. "H-hey!" he protested, nearly dropping his other books. "Ike! Give that back this instant!"

Ike ignored him, opening the little diary and skimming through it. "Hey there's nothi-"

"Sude zeka!"

A gust of wind punched Ike in the stomach, causing him to lose his breath and drop the book. As he keeled over in an attempt to catch his breath, Soren picked the diary up and placed it back on the top of the stack of books. "Nothing in it? I know, not yet anyways." With a knowing smirk he walked off. "Hurry up Ike; I thought you were in a hurry to leave before sunset."

Ike stood, panting softly, "That… that was cheap." But Soren didn't respond, nor did he slow down. With a grunt the swordsman ran after him.

Day: 1

We boarded the ship today; though we can't take off until tomorrow. There are few of us going, but more than I'd prefer. Still I understand Ike's reasoning. Maintaining a ship is no easy task, and neither of us know how to sail.

Personally I would have preferred it if Nasir had been our captain, but I can understand his reasoning for staying behind. We are to embark upon a journey from which it is doubtable that we shall return. That's fine by me; there isn't much in Tellius for me except Ike. It won't be long before the fact that I'm not aging becomes noticeable, and people start to exile me. That is not a life that I want.

Ike still doesn't know. Sometimes I think about telling him, but then I realize that it doesn't matter; he won't care anyways. One day he will notice, and then maybe we can talk about it. Until then, my secret is mine own.

The ship is small and crowded, but we are used to such a lifestyle. Two others are accompanying us on this journey besides the captain; a man by the name of Bryant, and a young girl named Celeste. Bryant is trustworthy. A skilled Berserker and ex-Crimean Soldier. Celeste is…

She is one of the hawk tribe; the sister of the Hawk King's eyes, Janaff, apparently. At first I found it surprising that she had never accompanied us in battle, though after thought I suppose I can understand. Few women of the hawk tribe fought in the wars. However, that fact only furthers my concern that she has no place on this trip. We may meet many hardships on our journey, and an inexperienced fighter will only get in our way.

Another perk about her is that she carries two knives at her belt. I am assuming that this means that she fights with them. Never before have I seen a Laguz who would use Beorc weapons in combat. There's something not quite right about her.

The Captian is an elderly man, but full of life. I have no doubt that he will guide our ship safely. However, he cannot fight. This makes him a weakness on our boat. If something were to happen, we would have to protect him, as the ship cannot sail without its captain.

I voiced these comments to Ike, and he simply laughed, saying that I was worrying too much. He doesn't expect to meet much resistance out on the open seas; but I find it is better to be safe than sorry. We have enough supplies to last us for th

"Hey Soren, what are you doing?" Ike's head peeked in through the cabin door.

Quickly the mage closed the book and shoved it under some papers. "Just checking our course once more. We don't want to find ourselves in a bad situation so early into the journey after all. Now, assuming that Tellius doesn't branch out west past Hatari, we can assume that- hey!" He squeaked in protest as his chair, and him along with it, was pulled back and away from the table.

"Soren, do you know what time it is?" Ike asked.

"Ike, I think it's more important that we ensure the safety of our journey then that I get some sleep."

The man grinned; he was beginning to look so much like Greil. "But those go hand in hand. I need you well rested for tomorrow, alright? So," he pointed to one of the two cots in the room.

With a sigh Soren stood. "Fine. But I'm going to be up first thing in the morning to recheck our-"

"Yes yes, I know you will," Ike offered a smile, "That's why you're the best tactician I could ask for."

Soren felt blood rush to his cheeks, so he turned before Ike could see it. "Well, goodnight then Ike." He climbed into the cot, pulling the cover close to his face to hide the blush that was still there.

"Goodnight Soren," the man said, blowing out the flame of the oil lamp lighting the room. The mage could hear his footsteps travel to his own cot, in the same room. The swordsman let out a relaxed sigh as he got into the cot, and then all was silent.

Soren turned over, his eyes squinting in the darkness in an attempt to see Ike. However, the serious lack of any form of light hindered this, so all he could really make out was a darker blob on the other side of the room. Eventually he gave up, closing his eyes and snuggling just a bit closer to the blanket.

When he awoke the light of the morning sun lit the room. It was eerily silent, so he sat up and looked around with a muffled yawn. The first thing he looked to was Ike's cot, but it was empty. The swordsman had left it messy and unkempt; that was so like him. With a sigh his lithe fingers pulled the binds out of his hair so that it fell around his shoulders. Quickly he ran his fingers through it, pulling out the knots that had formed overnight. Once his digits were able to run through the ebony locks with ease he tied it back again.

The next thing he did was check the stack of papers he had hastily hidden his diary under. The little black book was still there, just as he had left it. With a relieved sigh he picked it up and replaced it in a drawer; turning back to the maps. There was no telling what they'd find where they were headed, this would be the toughest adventure yet. It also meant that Soren's job was going to be tougher; he was a tactician who knew nothing about their possible enemies or the terrain they'd be facing.

"Hey, Soren!" He looked up as a head popped through the door. "There's breakfast on the deck."

"I'm not hungry, there are more important things to be doing." He turned back to the maps, completely ignoring Celeste's pout.

"Don't be stuffy, eat something."

"I need to check our, wha- what are you doing? Let me go!" The hawk laguz had grabbed the back of his robe and was proceeding to pull him out of the cabin.

She tsked, "Ike said that you were stubborn, but really now?"

"Ike?"

"But he told me to make sure that you ate, so I will."

Soren attempted to pull free, but soon gave up. If Ike said it… well, maybe he was a little hungry.

Day: 2

We're finally at sea. We disembarked from a port in the southernmost region of Crimea, and will be following the Tellius coast north. Our hope is to be able to sail past the desert and Hatari for lands even farther north of there. We don't know if we'll find anything, but Ike seems confident that we will, and I trust in his judgment.

The day was uneventful. We casted off without any problem, and have yet to encounter any problems. Beyond the annoyance that is Celeste, the trip has thus far been quite enjoyable. The hawk has taken it upon herself to see that I am babied to, something I could very much do without. She seems to think I am a hatchling of sorts, though by appearance she is much younger than I. No doubt her true age far outranks mine.

Bryant is our cook, and his food is acceptable, though nothing like Oscar's. Beggars can't be choosers I suppose, and Ike shoveled it down fine enough. Then again, I think he'd eat anything. By my charts it will take about two weeks for us to sail past the desert located north of Daein, and then I assume we will be in the land of Hatari. I assume, because we cannot know for sure. If we had had a little more time with Nailah and Volug, perhaps we'd know more about their land. However, the only details I can say for sure is that the Beorc and the Laguz there live in peace with the Branded, those who share both Beorc and Laguz blood.

No other continent on Tellius shares this ideal, to many it no doubt seems like a paradise. However, I am not so foolish as to believe in utopias. I'll do my best to see to it that we are prepared for this strange land.

As I look out at the Crimean coast we sail by, I can't help but think about the fact that we will not be returning. The allies we have made over the years and the places we have been to are being left behind now. As I said previously, I do not regret this decision; Tellius holds nothing for me. The one I truly worry for is Ike. The plan to leave Telluis caught me off guard; Ike had never seemed like the type to just leave the Greil Mercenaries. Everyone was sad to hear that he was leaving, especially Mist. The last time I had seen her cry like that was when her father died. Then again, it is like Ike is dying for her; they will never see each other again.

The sun is setting and soon I'll have to light a lamp to be able to see; so I will end here. My sudden cut off last night was due to Ike's appearance in the room. Though the purpose of this diary is to record our adventures; I would prefer if he didn't read my personal thoughts.

Soren.