Artemisia

Language

I sat there in silence just flipping through the pages to see if I was going crazy, but the words were still clearly there.

There was no way that I was just seeing things so I started with the first page.

Dear diary,

There is no doubt in my mind that that man has been watching me. It is as if I was a being that was special to him. His presence has always been one that I am aware of.

However, today he appeared before me and had given me a single choice. I had known I was a being that was different from everyone else.

It is becoming more clear as the time passes. However, I shall never forget this day.

The diary entry was short. I didn't know what else to expect from something so vague.

Dear diary,

I had received my first title as heir. Today marks the first of many hardships that would lead to me ascending the throne.

However, that man said that he will be with me, guiding me.

I wonder if he is bound to me by a promise with my late father.

As I continued to read the diary, there were more entries talking about her hardships in ascending the throne, the secrets that she had to hide more about the man with no name.

Dear diary,

He gave me a gift today to congratulate me on my ascension. I had never once felt more close him, but at the same time, I never thought that I could be further from him either.

This marks the first day of all of our lives together.

I was only half way through with the diary only to be disappointed with words that I could not read. It seemed like it was in a different language altogether.

The first half was easy to understand, but many times I found myself confused with her wording. I especially found myself confused with the person that she grew fond of.

I put the diary down and looked up at the ceiling, closing my eyes and squeezing the bridge of my nose.

There was no name, but even I could tell that she was starting to develop feelings that may grow into an impossible love.

The more I flipped through the rest of it, the more I knew that something barred me from being able to read it.

Frustrated, I shoved the diary into my backpack and went to join my parents for breakfast.

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The weekend went by fast, considering that I had nothing to do the whole time and I tried to figure out who would be the possible mysterious lover in Artoria's diary.

There were no other records that I could think of and when I asked my mother about the locked file, she said it was empty so it would spark my curiosity to do research. I gotta give my mother props because she really did know how to get me going.

If only my mother were like the one in Avalon High, holding a mysterious book that speaks about the reincarnation of King Arthur and when it was going to happen. Yeah that would have definitely made life more interesting.

Honestly though, I don't think that something like that is really plausible. Reincarnation, a big battle and Mordred bringing the world into the dark ages.

Being the descendant of the great king was already enough for me, but finding out that she was in fact a woman and on top of that the woman in my dreams? That was strange in a variety of ways.