A/N: Good morning, everyone! Well…Afternoon, but, I only just woke up before I started writing. Time is an illusion.

This might (key word being might, depending on how I feel) be the only chapter for today. I'm honestly beginning to feel a little bit burnt.

I'm going to try and stick to a schedule of a new chapter everyday, at least. That's the thing, I really don't want the momentum to stop, you know? I don't want to put it down and never get the motivation to pick it back up again, I want to actually finish a project I start.

I don't have a proper roadmap laid out, but I'd say we're nearly halfway through the story. Give or take.

Entry 5. Scabuary 16th…technically. It just passed midnight.

I've been trying to fall asleep, but my mind just will not let me. Currant has stayed awake at my side, keeping me company. For that I am endlessly grateful. Truly, I wish I knew who carved such a magnificent Palisman, so I could shake their hand and tell them thank you. She is my best friend.

This afternoon - I went with Amity, Eda, and King on a trip to an abandoned Emperor's Coven outpost in Elbin. The town was abandoned because Emperor Obron laid siege to its people after resisting his rule…the coward hit them with a surprise attack during the middle of a festival, too.

I climbed the watchtower and overlooked the city, and imagined how the conflict must've been…and as I did, a new memory awoken. Perhaps it was a coincidence, and that memory would've awakened no matter where I was, but…I'm pretty sure they're correlated.

The memory that awoken is of me, and Caleb leading a witch hunt. We were 'Witch Hunters,' and he the 'Witch Hunter General.' We led a march through the town, and it ended with us burning down the family home of a supposed Witch's house.

Despite it being during my youth, I can still remember it so vividly. The heat of the flames, how brightly they burnt, and how while slow at first they quickly consumed everything around them. Everything this family had built, their entire footprint in the village, was gone within the hour and we were celebrating.

I don't…know how to feel about this event. I'm just so confused as to the context…I'm a witch! I know I'm a Witch. Everyone around me is one too, so…why would we be hunting them? Were…We the witches terrorizing the village?

If so, pinning the blame on an innocent family is a truly heinous act… I'm only thankful that they fled the villiage before we had the chance to do them harm. We were both children… Though that is hardly an excuse…

Speaking of the village, I remember- The scenery so well. A black nighttime sky, green trees, and a white moon high in the sky. It still looked nothing like the Boiling Isles!

Wait a moment, those rounded ears…Now that I think of it, everyone in the crowd had those rounded ears…

A world that looks nothing like the one I'm currently in…People who are similar but a little bit different… Am I from some sort of parallel world?

It sounds preposterous, but…Luz, wait, Luz! She has those rounded ears too! She's the only person who would know the answer, but… I doubt she'll tell me the truth. The last time I asked she just said it was a "genetic difference."

Each memory that awakens, leaves me with so many questions and so few answers.

It sounds preposterous. I must be delirious from my lack of sleep. Parallel worlds? I'm losing my grip on sanity.

I decided a few hours ago that I needed to do something instead of simply laying in bed with my thoughts. Currant may be a close friend, but she's not exactly a master conversationalist. I decided to focus the little remaining energy I had from the day into attempting to work further on the Coven Sigil problem.

Thankfully Amity left the Coven Branding Globes downstairs, so it was no problem grabbing one to closely inspect.

As I did, I made…A Terrible mistake. in my half-awake stupor, I branded myself with the damned glove. An 'Emperor's Coven,' sigil, to be specific. Just looking at it, the thought of being connected in any way to that brutish spartan, makes me sick. All the more energy I have towards getting the horrid thing off.

Through close study of existing spells and their recipes, I think I've been able to forge an original spell to reveal any spell's recipe. With the recipe to the branding spell, I could craft a spell that'd do the opposite of it. Thusly, removing sigils.

Unfortunately, Luz told me that since the Titan's spirit passed on a few years ago, all of the discovered glyphs were rendered moot. The only one they've been able to discover thus far is the 'Light' glyph. So it seems again I'm stopped again before I am truly able to get running.

I can feel my next task ahead of me. I'm going to try and discover the remaining three glyphs. It is going to be a difficult task, but… I must keep focused to stay sane. What was it that Luz said? "If I don't do anything, nothing will change." Even though things are getting difficult, I must keep on having faith. It's what Caleb would want from me.