Diary of a Dragon's Captive

Prologue

I have been given a gift by the one who blessed me as a child. Dragon of the Moon or Fengari as she prefers me to call her. Her gift to me was an ornately carved wooden box which held all manner of writing tools. One leather bound journal, a few brushes made of bone with tips of animal hair, and many different sticks of ink. It is a beautiful gift and I almost feel regret for using it for this purpose but it must be done.

I picked a deep black ink to write this. This color reminds me of his scales...my mind has betrayed me with that imagery once again. I shall have to ask Fengari why my mind has done so once again, though I doubt the answer will be different than last time.

I keep getting lost in my mind as I write this. I think my heart wants me to let everything out do I shall, but I suppose I should clarify my reason for writing this journal. I do not think that anyone will ever read this, but just in case shall for I want no trouble to arise. I am not dying nor is my mind slipping from my grasp. Rather than those two fates, I am writing to forgive, To forgive the one my heart desires even after it was crushed by him. He is my love, my god, and my agony...