A/N: So, the dream in this chapter, I'd initially written it a few weeks ago before I actually started it on this fic. I initially intended it to be later on, but- screw it, it fits here, I want to write it. Sue meh :P

Entry three, Scabuary 2nd.

For the better part of last night, I found myself once again unable to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about the meeting I had with my nephew, Hunter. He told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't going to get a second chance with him.

He pointed to scars that peppered his body, and he said that they were my fault. That I 'Tried to kill him, twice.'

I don't want to believe it! But, For what reason would he lie about something like that? The conviction in his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he was trembling…Even if he was the best actor on the Boiling Isles, he could not fake that.

No, there is zero doubt in my mind he was telling the truth. It's painful to admit, but I can't blame him for a second for not wanting me in his life.

It felt like a knife through my heart to learn that I did that to someone. Not just anyone, but to my own flesh and blood.

What would Caleb say if he could see me now?

Speaking of Caleb, Luz delivered her drawings of him. And they did excellent in jogging my memory, in fact… it awakened some.

The Witch Hunter General took our parents away, and we were shunned by our neighbors. We had no choice but to stowaway and create a new life. But unfortunately, that's where my memories end. One tiny sliver of my past that leaves me with more questions than answers.

What is a 'witch hunter general?' Why did they take my parents away? Am I not a witch? Both Luz and Amity assured me in no uncertain terms I was a witch as well. Perhaps it just means a Witch, who's a Hunter General? I don't know.

But, the scenery I saw out of that porthole…It was unlike anything I've seen in the Boiling Isles! Green trees, blue skies, amd a warm yellow sun. It was like a completely other world.

I decided to get some rest over mulling over things to do next, but like the last two nights I found my sleep restless. I had another dream, and while the last two were the same collage of blurry figures, this one was far more substantial.

I found myself in what initially appeared to be a forest, though I could barely see. It was extremely dark.

I felt a terrible pain in my stomach. The only way I can describe it was as if my organs had been torn out with great force. The air felt like it became thin as I began to cough and wretch, eventually out of my throat came this horrible and barely describable bile. It was this deep green thick sludge, that left a taste in my mouth I could only describe as 'Like death.'

I panted for air, and as I did, I saw a light in the distance. Slowly approaching. Eventually, after another spew, I was able to make out the figure of Caleb, holding a lantern. I think, at least. He looked older than he did in my memories, fully grown even. He had heavy eye-bags, sunken cheeks, and a horrible scowl.

As he approached, the light began to illuminate a great many figures standing in rows. Boxing us in. They each had the same attire, white robes and golden masks. Some had ashy blonde hair, Like mine and Caleb's.

I tried to reach out for him, but he stepped just out of my reach. He looked down at me, and spoke.

"It's too late for you already."

I shot awake with a fright, my heart pounding out of my chest, my whole body dripping with sweat. I got out of bed and wrote this diary entry just to try and get my mind off everything. If for a moment.

I don't know what to do. I want to tell Amity and Luz about everything. About my awakening memories, about my meeting with Hunter, and the torment it's all causing on my mind. I'm beginning to fear the person I once was.

But I'm too scared to. What if they do like Eda said and leave me stranded at the Knee?

I will continue my search for information on my own. I must rely on only myself.