Year 841

Tuesday midday, January 2nd

Somewhere just south of the Trost District (Wall Maria now, I think?)

Okay, so I'm doing it.

I'm finally doing it!

Even though I probably shouldn't. Even though it's a really bad idea. Even though I'm probably going to die – literally, this time.

But I am – no word of a lie – on a boat right now, headed down south towards Shinganshina. After we arrive I'll hire a cart to take me to the Headquarters of the Scouting Legion, where I wish to apply as a medic.

By the way, I'm running away from home.

I know what you're thinking – oh, poor little rich girl, nineteen and anxious to break away from the oppression of her tyrannic parents! – and I wouldn't correct you. Yes, I mean there's the additional issue of marriage and talk of becoming a royal physician and whatnot, but that's pretty much the gist of it.

I just hope the Scouting Legion needs a doctor – and I know it's terrible of me… but I hope there's someone there that I know. I don't want to be left alone in a legion without anyone to identify my half-eaten body (if it comes to that!).

I mean, what if someone discovers my diaries and there's no one to dispose of them? IF ANYONE IS READING THIS IT MEANS I AM DEAD, HAVE AMNESIA, HAVE DIMENSIA, ARE SEVERELY INJURED OR I AM OTHERWISE INCAPITATED.

BURN THIS BOOK, I REPEAT, BURN THIS BOOK IMMEDIATELY UPON READING UP TO THIS POINT. THIS DIARY IS FOR MY EYES ONLY IN CASE I AM KNOCKED OUT, GET AMNESIA AND NEED TO RE-READ ALMOST EVERY DAY OF MY YOUNGER LIFE SO PLEASE, FOR MY PRIVACY AND YOUR OWN SANITY, TURN BACK NOW, IT'S NOT TOO LATE.

Whew, good to get that down!

If you're still reading now you really need to re-evaluate your morals, you soulless snooper (is that even a word…?)!

Anyway, back to me.

I haven't changed much since I was eleven, since I stopped writing in this blasted old thing, but seeing as once again, my whole world is about to change, I have seen fit to reclaim an old tradition. Despite being nineteen, I still have my boring blonde hair and my useless green eyes (what kind of doctor needs glasses to read at the age of nineteen, seriously?!), as well as my height (or lack, thereof). I'm as ingenious as ever (what, I'm just being honest!) and as utterly boring as I've always been, though I do have a pretty wild scar on my thumb to tell tales of (well, okay it's not that great, I mean I got it when I dropped the amputation saw – it only happened once, I promise!).

I wish I had something interesting to tell about my life for the past eight years, but this is the most downright rebellious thing I have ever done in my existence.

I should probably change my name, seeing as half the Military Police will be out hunting for me on my father's behalf – oh, the boat's pulling in to the docks now! I'll write what happens after my attempt at joining the legion.