"By the Almighty, I have looked into people's eyes for all my life, and all I saw there were mine own" - Doric Adilas, in his Confessions.
Dear diary, I am sad.
I have decided to leave Marion, Ionolia altogether. Father will cope, I'm sure. But I'll miss him, I'm sure about that too. Truth be told, I hate the place more than I like it now. Too much has it eaten me alive.
But how did I end up here? I remember vividly. I was shopping for some groceries, I think, when I met Dill. He was buying food too, I didn't care to ask much else than how do you do. But he kept on rambling. He said something like "Oh and I'm happy to see Tallion's back, you must be happy too". I was dumbstruck. My first thought was to grab some spear and gently shove it up his ass and through one of his eye sockets. But I love his eye sockets, and his sorry ass.
I went there to see it for myself. He was in there with some other people. Understandably, he couldn't tell me he came. After one year. I hate ranting and complaining. But...
I don't know, I felt sad.
Anyway, I threw that away and armed myself with all the rage that was surely coming. He found quickly that I was still fast enough to kick him into the ground. Making me wait for one year... I won't say more, not even to myself. The more I think of it, the sadder I get.
I know I'm mad. Why did I wait? Just to spite the hateful bastards around me, who called me "whore" and "spent woman" and all that sort? Or am I really retarded, like my father keeps telling me?
Well, somehow now I'm about to leave Ionolia WITH him. He actually had the audacity to propose to me. One year too late. I said nothing. I have to leave. I have to get out of here as fast as I can.
I hope some old magi will read this journal and find a way to cure mental illnesses. At least I'll be fascinating to someone, then.
Until then, it's my unilateral decision to leave, not Tallion's, and it's my unilateral feelings that kept this disaster afloat. Maybe he'll unilaterally decide to not be a scum.
That aside, I look forward to actually seeing the world... to think I can do it now. See the places I read about. Do things I read people did, or are doing. It will... it will be big. I'll be freer and better. Maybe I'll truly understand things, then. Just so you know, journal, I'm not going on a vacation, or in exile. We are hunting down the end of the world. And I'm not being my dramatic self. I really mean it. Something is brewing, it's obvious even to Tallion, well, he lived through those things, so. There are winds of death in the air, for those with the life to feel them.
But more on that later. I should catch some rest. I'll have to ride a lot tomorrow.