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Dear Journal,
So I couldn't help myself and I practically attacked Renos and Theo about their background. As it turns out, they are from
another world all together. This information took me by surprise and I don't know why. But Renos said on their world, there
is a whole colony of winged elves. After I finish my information gathering mission for the Guild, I think I should want to
stick with Renos and Theo because they are trying to get back to their world. I would like very much to go with them and
find if this is where I could be from.
It was quite a disappointment to do the math however, and find that I couldn't
be related to Renos or Theo because I am an Elf and about 110 years old. Their father is human they say...or sort of anyway.
But I still find a few things curious. If I am from their world, why are we the only three chosen to be sent here?
And now I am questioning things about myself. Why can I only remember the last 15 or so years of my life? Puberty is
when I found out I had sorcery powers, but what happened before that? Why can't I remember? And why were my adopted parents
killed? I could go back to the house, but I don't want to go back there. Maybe I am afraid of what I might remember.
Just the pure fact that I am on this planet with Renos and Theo makes me wonder why I am here, and also makes me wonder
if I am really all elven? Maybe I am mixed with something else, and I am not really 110 years old.
But I may just
be stretching it now. The reason being, for a short moment I entertained the thought that I found myself family. But reasoning
took that option away from me and I am back alone. I am afraid I did let myself get caught up in the notion that I found
family and the disappointment took my tears.
Besides, if I were related, you would think I would feel a stronger
connection to them, as I can see they do to each other. They tend to finish each others sentences a lot of times, which is
creepy.
As for everything else, Grak is still wondering if my wings taste like chicken, which is getting annoying.
I tried to make friends with him, and normally I am very good at making friends, but everything tends to be a sauce or appetizer
to him. I even offered to make him Ork tail soup, that gross stuff Durgon in the guild used to like. Orks don't have tails,
but I think he thought I was going to make soup out of him or something. I could have told him why they call it Ork tail
soup, but I didn't think he would either care or understand.
I remember Durgon telling me when he first made it,
"because if Orks had tails, this is how they would smell!" It really is the foulest smelling crud, but doesn't
taste as bad and is a great hangover cure. I miss the stories Durgon used to tell me. I have never known a sorcer to take
on a peer the way he did to me. But then again, I have never known a person to vanish the way he did either.
I
am getting sleepy so I am going to go take my place under the bear Farere, try to avoid her scratching me when she starts
clawing kobolds in her sleep. She should really trim her nails.
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