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■ Username; Divantae
■ Name; Virginia
■ Gender; Female
■ Gender for breeding purposes; Female
■ Designed by Unleashed Squid
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■ What would they do if they could go back in time;
Journal Entry 37:"Reflection":December 12, 201X
"As you likely can tell from the time jump compared to my last entry, time has whirled by, forcefully taking me with it. And yet I abuse my journal, never touching it as it collects dust in my sitting room, behind a sofa, somewhere drowned in shadow. But it doesn't matter where it is, for me it's always proudly framed in my heart, in a case made of pure gold. Anyways, perhaps I should take you up to date with all that has happened in the five years I refused to look at these pages.
First and foremost, I no longer live with my family, being an adult and all. It's a lot of responsibility. As a child, I don't remember ever wanting to grow up or leave that old farm over the hill, north of the old schoolhouse, and west of that little haunting, foggy creek. But unless I want to be another wheat farmer, the farm didn't fulfill my dreams. With age, I yearned to travel, to see literally anything else but yellow fields. My family tried to hold me back as long as they could, but it was no use. Every time the wizards and sorcerers came into town, I insisted on joining them. And I did.
An older gentleman, Greagoir, taught me how to protect myself using magic. I wasn't too good at it, but I at least learned something of value. What I was more interested in was a gray badger-looking Viscet and wizard, Merlin, whom I had met when I was only a child. He was a bit of a crybaby when it came to playing in the yard, I remembered, but I had good memories with him nonetheless. I never did find him again.
Then, everything went down hill. I wish not to go into detail with my mother's passing. You can look into it yourself by gossiping to any local store owner, they knew her well, she'd be the one who'd come in with my little brother at her flank and she'd laugh and twirl and socialize with the customers. She was a better person.
I'll be frank with you: I should have stayed on that farm. It's on my shoulders to protect my family, and I failed them when they needed it most, when I was a young, wide-eyed adult. I should have been there in my mother's last moments instead of galloping around playing with a wooden staff, acting like I knew a thing about magic when I surely don't. I could have talked to my poor, innocent little brother, I could have helped pay for the funeral, I could have made my mother's world brighter before she left us.
My brother and father don't blame me for anything, I know, but I can't help but feel many eyes always burning into my already singed, guilty fur whenever I head into town. I can feel the shop owners judging me, but I don't blame them. I'm just a dead beat daughter, who always drifts from place to place, so no one but myself could blame.
I think I'm done writing for today, there's been a lot on my mind and I haven't been thinking right. Sorry if I sound heavy or dull, must not be the most entertaining thing to read, to you, my future children, or anyone who might read this. Hopefully, though, someone will get use out of this. Appreciate the time with your family for me."
Journal Entry 38:"Home":December 29, 201X
"I thought I'd include this to bring this journal up a few notches on the optimism scale. So, Christmas passed. I really love the Viscets in my town around Christmas, the carolers are very talented, most wizards retire for the holiday, there are children playing everywhere, it's just a happier place. Of course, I usually stay with my family around this time, but strangely, this was the first time I saw my father cry; ordinarily he likes to mourn alone. He didn't think I would come due to my mother's passing and everything. It has been awhile since we've gotten together, I admit.
My little brother has been taking this oddly well, maybe he doesn't understand it, or maybe he doesn't dwell on it. Yes, the latter is quite like him now that I think about it. I grinned when I saw him and enclosed him gently in my arms.
The farm, now layered with snow, looked more like a winter wonderland complete with Santa's workshop and candy cane fencing. That's what my brother said. I agreed behind a small smile. Innocent, he was still.
Now, I also visited my old school, which had been very near to the farm. I knew prior that it was closed down under the plague that swept through, but it was nice to see it one last time before whomever owns it demolishes it to build something anew. It's just like what I thought it would be like, with white powdered ivy growing all over the cobblestone walls and thick ice covering the front steps. Most of the walls were cracked and the blackboard was as dusty as my last day of school there. It was very recognizable still, the school I mean, like my first day, but just covered with mold, ivy, and trash from any Viscets hiding there. Fanged rats scurried by here and there. It was the same, just disgusting.
I ran into a familiar face, as well. I hardly recognized him though. You know Merlin, I mentioned him before a few? Well I'm glad he's a successful wizard, compared to me. He's been travelling the world, and that's why I've never seen him before. Says he can't stay in one place for too long. Says he's wanted for crimes he didn't commit. But he's still the kid I played with in the yard, and the child I made cry once. I hope to see him again, Merlin's good company. He asked about my mother, and the conversation went something like this, if I remember well:
"So, how's the family? Your mother still baking cookies?"
"Family's alright. No, she can never bake cookies again."
And then he just eyed the ground for a few moments, like he understood well what it meant, and apologized for asking. Our talk was meaningful, reminiscing on my mother and our youth. Kind and gentle yet sensitive he was still, you could tell just by his mannerisms. I really need to see him again, he's a rarity in this world.
I'm ending this short, I know, but I'm heading back out to my house today, so I'll continue writing at a later time."
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Journal Entry 4:"Lilac Bushes":August 14, 200X
"Today Mommy and I walked in the forest. Not any forest, the one in back, the one that the big bear lives in. I told her not to, but she just laughed and said that it was fine. I don't trust that bear, any bears. She said that bears are like us, but just misunderstood. I hope so. They're scary. I saw one once and ran back inside to my room and hid under my bed.
Mommy stopped and looked at these purple flowers for some reason, she looked happy. She picked one up and put it on my head. Me, I don't like flowers. Too girly and they make me sneeze. The ugly ones prick my legs when I play with my friends. They never live long enough to be appreciated. But I was happy as long as she was happy, and I wore it proudly on my head. Mommy's trophy. She called it a lilac, and what a boring name. Like lily but with a coughing noise at the end. Lily, ack. Lily ack bush was a more fitting title. Looks like someone spit out tons of purple lilies on a bush.
But Mommy likes the throw up bush. I will get some for her birthday. It'd be better than those tiny yellow flowers in the yard."
Journal Entry 6:"Merlin":November 6, 200X
"I met a new friend. His name was Merlin, though I doubt it. No one would name their child Merlin. Mommy says that Merlin was a famous wizard long ago. Imagine being named after someone. I'm Virginia, I'm me. He's Merlin, he's him, he's also a long gone wizard. Will he be magical too? Now I'm worried. He got upset because of me, is he going to curse me? Are wizards evil? Is he evil? Will he put me into a pot and stir me, or carry me off on a flying broom?
So, Merlin came over, our Moms talked. We go to school together. But he says he is going to a private school soon, and he won't see me again unless we keep in touch. I don't believe him one bit. There are no private schools around here, this is a small town. Nothing fancy like that, no. He doesn't look any more unique than anyone else, not smarter nor prettier.
Merlin got upset when we were climbing trees at the edge of the farm, and I teased him for looking like a badger and how badgers can climb trees better than him. Went straight to his mother, and his mother left, taking him with her. Mommy didn't care for them, though, and gave me ice cream later. Maybe she thinks his mother is a crybaby too. He was fun, though. Unlike those other kids who tend to just watch me hop on a tree, hurt myself, and repeat."
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