An ornate scarlett leather tome with an intricate gold lock and clasp, and gold-edged pages. The name Lyrilia Dawnblade is inscribed on the bottom left corner of the cover, in a flowing, gold script.
Azurick and I have found Alenthis. Alen…I had to leave him at Scholomance, he’s hiding there from Viragona….Solorin did kill him, I still hate Solorin even though Alen said Sol did him a favor because the demons are gone from his head now. I suppose it’s just hard for me not to dislike people, especially when they do something like that. I suppose I don’t hate him…just dislike him a bit…a lot. I still don’t like Azurick even though he helped find Alen…but then again he did drop us into the lake from that rocket. I left him at Scholomance as well, Alen accidentally knocked him out. I wish I didn’t have to leave Alen there, he says Viragona has a piece of his soul she seems very strong and I don’t want her to find him. Hopefully Azurick can help with that…maybe Quelisa could help as well.
As much as I hate my cousin I do miss when we would speak, when we were younger and we didn’t have so many things to worry about. I miss that time she speaks of in her letters when she begs for my forgiveness…those times when my brother didn’t hate me and Quelisa wasn’t so uptight and serious. When Alarius, Vandras, and Salethorian would play-fight and Quelisa, Evelise and I would just watch them. When Evelise wasn’t sick….when everyone was still…alive. I must mend things with my cousin; I cannot let it go on like this. I will not let the remainder of my family be so far apart…I am not on good terms with my brother either, but he can wait. I might need Quelisa’s help and she would be considerably easier to deal with, more willing to fix things. She has sent me many letters and gifts, and I am thinking she may be truly sorry for what she did to Evelise, but I am not sure I will ever be able to fully forgive her for what she did. Things are falling back into place, and I must fix this too. Or perhaps, I am just becoming too soft.
I will send her a letter today and arrange a meeting with her. It will take some time for my brother to want to speak with me, he hates me for something even I hate myself for…but he is just as stubborn as every other Dawnblade…so maybe it isn’t justified? Perhaps it wasn’t my fault Salethorian died…Alarius says I killed him not once, but twice by my incompetence. I did care for Salethorian, Alarius just doesn’t know how much. Never mind them. I will work on getting Alarius to talk to me again….as for Salethorian… he is gone, and I have Alen now. I lost Alen once, and I mustn’t lose him again.
I just won’t let it happen.
Lyrila sets down her quill and holds the journal open, the pages flat, for the wind to dry the ink. Closing it she slides down off the rock, her bare feet softly thudding onto the sand, a strong gust of wind from behind blowing her hair wildly into her face. Smiling, she straightens her robes, pulling her hair out of her face. Reaching up for her bottle of ink, she grabs it and closes it, shoving it swiftly into her bag with her journal and quill. Picking up her shoes, she runs for the tree she left her hawkstrider under, bag in hand, a smile stuck on her face.