It is so early in the year. I had thought she would live through to at least tell me more of us. She wishes for me to find Quintun. Restore our family name in Gilneas. Right.
I must make preparations for her funeral. There's too much for me to do.
Anna wishes to help, but it is not her place. It is my responsibility.
I cannot write what I feel approapriately, or I will be brought to tears. The Violet guard must receive a competent warden, not a babbling baby.
My heart hurts still, when I think too much.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Entry 14
Madness! It is all madness!
But I've seen the truth in the madness. The ring aligned her with our family blood. She is really a Handhour! A warlock. An undead, warlock. If my mother had any sense right now, she would cut connections from this thing as soon as possible.
Oh, but no. Of course not. I have to have the aging, dying mother that wishes to hold the cold, dead hands of a "daughter" and cry out dying wishes to her. I will not have it!
I'll have to find a way to busy this "Annaliese", if she absolutely must be here. Perhaps the Forsaken will lose interest then.
But I've seen the truth in the madness. The ring aligned her with our family blood. She is really a Handhour! A warlock. An undead, warlock. If my mother had any sense right now, she would cut connections from this thing as soon as possible.
Oh, but no. Of course not. I have to have the aging, dying mother that wishes to hold the cold, dead hands of a "daughter" and cry out dying wishes to her. I will not have it!
I'll have to find a way to busy this "Annaliese", if she absolutely must be here. Perhaps the Forsaken will lose interest then.
Entry 13
Mother's not getting better. I wonder if she's just giving up now. She's so much stronger than this! It drives me mad. I know it is childish, and Mother would berate me for saying so, but I do not wish for her to leave. She is all I have. What will I do?
On top of all this, she's insisted on seeing this Forsaken woman. Or thing. She's gone completely mad, I know it, but I will have to oblige her. It means so much to her apparently. I half wonder if this is some sort of conspiriacy to spy on the Council, by getting my mother to speak of it's plans. I pity the Forsaken and my mother, if I'm brought to action. I know it will break her heart.
The man of cloth, Niklos, is strange. I don't know what it is about him, but he seems to know more than he lets on. What could a clergyman of the Cathedral be hiding?
On top of all this, she's insisted on seeing this Forsaken woman. Or thing. She's gone completely mad, I know it, but I will have to oblige her. It means so much to her apparently. I half wonder if this is some sort of conspiriacy to spy on the Council, by getting my mother to speak of it's plans. I pity the Forsaken and my mother, if I'm brought to action. I know it will break her heart.
The man of cloth, Niklos, is strange. I don't know what it is about him, but he seems to know more than he lets on. What could a clergyman of the Cathedral be hiding?
Entry 12
Winter's Veil. It's my favorite holiday, really. It was, I mean. As a child, I always looked forward to the eve before, where our family's would gather and feast. The dinner hall was warm, and the people forgot about their troubles for that one night. Mother and Father were always at their best too with one another. Maybe I didn't notice then, but they were so distant from each other. I sometimes wonder now if Mother hoped he would stay in Gilneas those years ago. She certainly seems to miss him now.
I wish I could help her to hang tinsel on the trees outside in Dalaran, but she is confined more and more to the bed now. And she keeps speaking of Quintun, telling me I should bring him home for the holidays. She just knows he's out there chasing that Elizebeth Gillens with mistletoe.
It will be a quiet holiday.
I wish I could help her to hang tinsel on the trees outside in Dalaran, but she is confined more and more to the bed now. And she keeps speaking of Quintun, telling me I should bring him home for the holidays. She just knows he's out there chasing that Elizebeth Gillens with mistletoe.
It will be a quiet holiday.
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