September 29th 1917
Diary,
It seems life is making a cruel joke out of me. Having the one person who once lead the eradication of my kind, is now the one helping me.
I have left behind the only home I've ever known.
This void will feel eternal, and that all of who I am will be forced to change during my stay with my grandfather. Of whom I'm still yet to know. He is a stranger to me. Always has been. Nothing more than a lingering shadow. But he is here now with a claim of liberation. But is that what this is truly? Is it liberation? Or is adoption the correct word? Only yesterday my life was all about afternoon tea and strolls, with evening picnics in the meadow with my mother and uncle. But now, it's despair...without any time to catch a breath. Endless drowning.
Is it irony? Or something even more twisted than that not-so-simple fact.
And here I am listening to his soft snores, writing away my thoughts on blank pages of parchment. But as I reflect over these words, I feel more lost than ever. A plague of particular questions have been standing out in the bland gray pool of my thoughts. Who am I? And what am I to become when all of this is said and done? When I've learned what I've needed to learn and achieved what I need to achieve; will I have a normal life living amongst mankind? Will I too become a liberator for infernal children who didn't ask to be born in a world against them? It is apparent that all I will need to know awaits me in Wales. My new home. I only hope that's actually what it will be.
A home.
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