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January 3, 2019:
My dear mother, intentionally made me promise to her that I will come back alive or at least in pieces. Tacitly agreeing to the sacred promise was instantly like signing a suicide note; there is no hope in the fact that the bastard who's been chasing after me for the past four months will give up until he perceives my body burning on a cross. The hatred that the Phoenix expresses towards me is unbelievable, his mission to extinguish my life seems more personal than professional. He precisely knows my chosen name. He knows by heart who my parents are but instead, he entitles me by the specific label 'Tribrid'. The way it twists off his tongue naturally making it sound like he's satisfied to consider me as less than a supernatural being. I bear multiple scars from times he was barely close to capturing me; there's one particularly mark that was left after he wielded his blade to carve me from the top of my left shoulder to my lower back. The wound is still healing till this day since I haven't been capable to receive proper medical attention. Nothing but thinking about it makes my back sting in pain from the traumatizing event.
Sometimes I contemplate on letting him take me captive to merely allow this whole problem to come to an end. Terminating the Phoenix's mission by allowing him to seize me would allow my parents to be out of danger and anyone else who is close to me. All of this is too confusing and overwhelming to the moral point where I eagerly question; should I have been born?
The sudden sound of a tree branch snapping springs me back to reality from the negative thoughts running through my head. I stop directly in my tracks, my heart beginning to pound in fear the Phoenix caught up to me. Moments like these are when I'm the most vulnerable; I'm exhausted from the non-stop walking I've been doing since last night when I left Riverdale and I'm starving, providing me no source of energy to resist him off. Without hesitation, I chant a cloaking spell to hide within sight. "Phasmatos radium calaraa, Phasmatos radium calaraa, Phasmatos radium calaraa."
Looking eagerly around my surroundings, trying to catch sight of him, there's no visible sign of his presence. Not sustaining my hopes up, I place my eye on the lookout. I recognize how he loves to play games with me, he's somewhere here, I can endure it. I only just can't perceive him yet. The spell that I'm using makes me invisible to the eye, but it won't be any use if sound is uttered; that being moderately problematic since I am in the middle of the woods where leaves and branches are scattered everywhere on the floor waiting to be stepped on.
Not comprehending what to do since my options are limited and will determine if I die or not; I stand still in angst. The sound of my heart beating only becomes more thunderous, the forest being so quite it echos through it. He can overhear me. He knows I'm here. I merely have to be smart about my following actions. He's not senseless, he likely knows my subsequent move before I do.
