Court of Hearts Pt.1

The Lonely Tark

Listen, this is going to sound strange, but...

When I dream I relive my ancestors.

Now when I say that I don't mean I see everything they do... No, that would be weird.

What I mean is I see through the eyes of every relative over and over... During the Tark's forest massacre.

The blood, the useless conflict.

Death isn't new to me however, hell I found out I ate my mom as a pup. Dad was such a shit hunter, I had to eat my own fucking mother!

If I could talk to him now... What in the world would I say?

"Oh hey dad, thanks for passing the flesh of what I so crave now..."

Motherly love.

Hell I tried, I did!

Yet all I could find was an abusive asshole...

I killed him, thanks for asking.

Then comes to find out he really did love me... How fucked up is that! Besides my life story, diary...

I am putting you down, because today I travel with a dwarf named STOR to Osagor.

Days later after she sprinted away from STOR who had done something to the people she had come to trust.

Dear diary, it's me again... Serena.

Yeah, I am in a little clearing near a town called Salsgar...

I can't remember anything, it's all a blurr. I was on my way to Castle Rhinestone, with people, faces, names I can't remember!

Day two in Salsgar, I met an odd old man, with two lovely grand daughters!

Darla, and Violet... Oh i'm giggling now, maybe I could take care of them!

What am I thinking... A murderer like me, a cannibal...

Day three, me and Korth are friends now! He said I could watch the kids!

I am ecstatic! I like that word, Korth taught me it!

Edward took a deep breath in focusing on the crime scene, he stood where a conflict seemed to have ensued, icy spikes and a chill of death surrounding the road towards Osagor. Scattered trees, a recovered journal...

Looking to his glorious black and white clydesdale, he nudged his head to tracks that followed up into a clearing made from the recent conflict. Then, looking down at the journal he made a decision.

Not to investigate, storing the strange leatherbound journal into his steed's saddlebag.

"This isn't our story, Felicity." Calmly spoke the knight to his shaken up mount.