Thursday 6th
Fools, they are such fools. Especially that tall one, the man they call Cadvan. He didn't believe in the great god of sandcastles. Even I know that he's real, and I'm half dead.
Although, I will give you it was an amazing sight, watching this so called superior bard be chucked across the beach by the god of sandcastles. And his girlfriend (at least that is what I have come to believe about them), Maerad, threw a turnip at his head. That girl has a thing with turnips, seriously, it's quite disturbing really.
My disguise as a mindless pet is still in complete perfection, although I could do without the constant urge to eat carrots, and fluff up my …..
They say that they can relax, so they can't know about me. Thank the carrot god, I mean thank Sharma. Ahhhhhh…. I can't cope with these rabbit thoughts. They will drive me mad. I'll end up with rabies. Or whatever other deadly psycho disease rabbits can die from.
They are plotting something, I think they are meeting that boy tomorrow. I am going to be watching very carefully as I want to be able to give Sharma a….
Oh damn,
I'm a rabbit, I can't talk. How will I feed back to the
Lord?
Curse this, Curse Maerad. Damn the world. What did I do to
deserve this? I havn't done anything wrong. Apart from destroy
towns and schools all over Annar. Oh, that may be why this has
happened.
I guess I will have to do this job on my own then, I will have to make rid of these people by myself. Sounds fun.
I will start by indulging my self in their misfortune, feed off it, live off it. Then the real games will begin.