5th Seojungsday of High Winter, Second Age 1854: Today we clashed with the Winter Huntsman, a peculiar fey beast that looked like an owl stretched over a quadruped’s frame—unlike anything in the mortal realm and fierce. The fight was no small feat; its movements were swift, its attacks relentless, the undead lions that accompanied it testing every ounce of our skill. But we held firm, striking with precision and coordination until it fell. Each blow landed felt like a step closer to mastering the challenges of this frozen season, proving that action, not hesitation, carves the path forward. This Huntsman’s defeat makes me wonder—what other trials await in the academy? Aranesi and I have faced so much, our shared soul stretched thin. Could the soul eater be the key to forging us stronger, or will it unravel everything we’ve fought for? I’m ready to meet it head-on, to shape our future with my own hands.
1st Vaeraleusday of Winter’s End, Second Age 1854: We stand on the eve of our arrival at the ruined academy of magic, its crumbling spires looming in my mind as both threat and opportunity. Tomorrow, we enter, and I’ll face whatever fate awaits—likely the soul eater itself. My heart pounds at the thought, not from fear but from the need to act, to confront this thing that nearly consumed Aranesi and me before. No amount of planning can match the clarity of standing in the thick of it, blade drawn, ready to carve our destiny. What if this is where our story shifts? The academy could hold answers to Luthais’s schemes or the truth of our twin souls. I can’t help but feel we’re on the edge of something monumental, for Hithfaer and for us. Tomorrow, I’ll step into that ruin and make things happen.
1st Qindirsday of Winter's End, Second Age 1854: Last night I had a dream, so I decided to put it down in writing in case the events at the academy have an unpredictable turn. I saw the soul stitcher again, the entity that prevented Aranesi and I from slipping into oblivion. It stood silently and motionlessly, but when I turned around, I saw our destination on the horizon. I looked at the soul stitcher again and I could've sworn it nodded. I do not know what it means, and I still don't know what will happen when we face the soul eater. Is it even still there? Did it consume the fragments of our souls that it took from us? Or did it keep them for some reason. One thing is clear, we will need to face it, defeat it, and proceed from there.