This diary belongs to Taro Zuzaki
If found please return to Willowplace
23 Cobble Street
260/09/50098
Dear Unknown Reader,
Mel set out on her mission a few days ago, she hasn't returned yet. I'm a quite worried, but I know she'll return, she always does. Yet the possibility of her dying lingers in my minds eye. It's very lonely down here, with only the water dripping from the stalactites and the ever so often padding footsteps of wild animals or maybe even people. Ghosts of my former self itch, retreating back into the shadows. I'm almost scared of the past, but past isn't something that should be dwelled on, my past isn't important anyway.
I can feel the world crumbling at the cold iron fist of war. I hear a rumble, I can't be sure what it is, but it doesn't sound good. Mel told me that after the devils declared the war they recruited all different types of creatures to fight for them. Mel said that the devils forced them to join, the creatures had no choice.
Many of the creatures used to be peaceful, like the goblins and ogres, apparently they weren't aggressive at all. The war changed them though, now everyone is scared.
I don't remember much of the world up above, I was very little when I was hidden away. I've stayed here for most my life with only stories and snippets of fractured memories to guide me. The entrails of burnt film dragging along the floor. Each memory is precious, stored in the jars of my mind. They are warm and fuzzy, giving off a yellow glow. The memories pile up, more and more jars are stacked on top of each other.
The only clear memory I have is of my mother, I remember her beautiful voice and her smiling face. The smile is in-blazed into my mind, a grim reminder of the old days. When things were better, when we had it carefree and gleeful. I remember my mother, she's like a ghost to me now though. I wish I could remember what she was like, that's the only thing I regret. Mel said that my mother was very sweet, strong and would do anything to protect me. She sounds like an amazing person, I wish I had the chance to meet her.
Anyway traveler, if you find my bones on your travels please bury them in Willowplace, that is my last wish. May this unforgiving world finally take its last look at me. A scared boy that was entrusted with the task of carrying the world on his shoulders. So I've decided I'm leaving this cave. I'm either going to die on the battlefield in glory or rise up! I'm willing to sacrifice everything for this world! For my Earth.
If I don't write anything else, it means that I have left this cave, I'm going to wait a few days to see if Mel comes back, if she doesn't I'm setting out. Thank you for enduring the war, at least I hope you have.
Yours truly, Taro
A/N
Chapter two of Diary of A Fallen Angel is finished! Yay! I'll be introducing a new character soon! So stay tuned for that! New chapter soon hopefully! (Lots of references in this chapter)
