Dear Diary, If you are reading this, that means my beloved Jewel is already dead. I beg you not to read my tales. I encounter many mysteries while trying to accomplish my goals. My tales are filled with heartbreak, sorrow, magic and mythical creatures. If you are reading I beg you to lock this away. It was meant for Jewel's eyes only to help in case I passed away. As I'm writing this, at an age of 146, I'll probably die next year.