When Will My Life Begin
It’s me, again. Rapunzel here writing to tell you about my day. It pretty much looks the same as yesterday and the day before, and the day before. But anywho...
As I sit here brushing my hair for the seventh...no, eighth time today, I still wonder when will my life begin? I finally finished the mural on the ceiling today, with a little help from Pascal. What a silly little chameleon! He kept blending in with the paint making it quite the challenge to finish the stars.
Now that the mural is complete, I stare outside the window, the world intriguing me more and more everyday with its vivid colors and delightful smells. Momma still refuses to let me out of the tower even though I’ll be eighteen next week.
Ahh, next week I’ll see the lights. It truly is the most beautiful sight to see on a clear night. They look like floating stars, carrying wishes up to heaven. I still wonder what they could be. Maybe this year I will finally find out. Maybe this year I will be brave and stand up to momma, but I already know her answer. I need to find another way out.
Wait, I hear a noise. I think someone is here. I’ll be back...
I Am A Disgrace
I am a disgrace.
A disgrace to the Mundbyrdians,
A disgrace to my father,
A disgrace to my entire family.
I haven't a sliver of my brother's strength, nor a fraction of my father's wit. I am bright, you may say, but not in the likeness of my father. I, myself, possess useless knowledge, while my father, on the other hand, is cunning in the ways of war, crafty with weaponry, and skillful in strategy.
I am unworthy to be called a Mundbyrdian.
I am undeserving to be called Havardir's son.
I am unfit even to be considered a man; for, I am merely a lad as ever I was and ever I shall be in the sight of my father and brother, so long as I am ill-suited for armor, unwilling to fight, affrighted of war, and a despiser of bloodshed. Nay, not a lover of peace, for, if I were, my father says I would be man enough to fight for it.
Nevertheless, I do fight for it. Not using the manner of fighting that my father and brother partake in. No. But I wage a different war. A pitiful one where words are my weapons and my armor is of The Spirit.
My father sees me silly for refusing to pick up a sword. For, alas, he says I must combat in that way when necessary. I know such is true, but my boundaries of necessity differ from that of his and my brother's.
Despite all, I will never be like them. Never. It is surely my fate, for even my father has said he has given up hope. They all think me a lost cause. My brother tells me there is a chance that I may come around, but even he shall soon face the fact that nothing can be done to change me.
Well my plans to take over the country are going to have to be put on the back burner for now. Darn college went and killed the "good" lord before I could interogate him. He killed him in a tavern to no less. He saw me and jumped out a second story window, so me being the dumb person I am, jumped out after him. I ended up getting a sprained ankle and had to chase him through the capital city. I tripped and what else does he do but drag me into another back alley. What the hell.
Writen from the perspective of my D&D charecter Wren, she is a 5,7 assimar palliden.
From the Diary of Lucy Pevensie
I should be frightened. I should be absolutely terrified. I'm alone in a strange place, filled with strange people and things I've never seen before.
But I'm not. I feel excited! Is that wrong? Susan would say that it is. But how can it be wrong? This place is so beautiful! So wonderful! And Mr. Tumnus is so kind. How can it be wrong to be happy here?
I think it's been a long time since Susan was happy. We used to have fun. She used to play with me. She hardly even talks to me anymore.
Peter's alright. I think he thinks he has to take care of us, now that Dad's gone away. He tries so hard to be the perfect big brother, but I think I liked it better when he didn't try so hard.
And Edmund - Mum would be angry with me for saying so, but I don't really like Ed right now. Susan and Peter, they're just trying to be grown-ups, but Edmund is just mean. I don't know why. He teases me all the time.
I wish . . . I wish we could go back to the way it was before. Before the war. We were happy then. Maybe if I bring them all here, maybe then we could be happy.
So me and the boys just got back from a hunt in TX. It was very tiring. The killer was another demon, must be some sort of pattern. Dean just headed out to get him and Sam somthing to eat. I miss the complex taste of a pb&j. Now I can taste every molecule, its not fun. TBH I wish I was a human again, minus the whole me almost dying thing. Sam is with Jack, they are looking on the street cams to see if they can find any hint of Lucifer. Yup still the end of the world but what else is new. Its the life I chose but these boys didnt have a choice, not really. Sammy tried to get out but he just got pulled right back in. I cant wait to just shut the gates of hell and be done with it, but doing so means someone has to die, Im not letting Dean do it, heś to importent to me, all of them are, but this is Sam´s falut so he should be the one to clean up this mess. Oh hold on Deans back, More later...
Dear Pathetic Diary,
I've met a wonderful new challenge today. After obliterating that waste of space, Trunks, I had come across his time machine. Traveling to the past, I have come to fufill my purpose, as the Androids of my time are currently... Dismantled. After awaking from my slumber, I was met with the challenge of gaining power and remaining under the radar of those filthy scum of fighters that protect this rock. I've finally gained enough to move into my first imperfect form. Finally shedding the outter shell of my weak mortality, my first step towards perfection has come. Tomorrow, I will set out to the nearest installment of human cows and gather more strength. As of right now, my power isn't exactally a challenge for those fighters. I will come into my own soon, though. It is, after all, my destiny. Brother, sister, please wait for me. We shall be one soon. Very soon.
From the Diaries of Princess Cassandra
Dear diary, 10th century
It was today that we set sail for Araulen from Skandanadia. It had been around two years since I had last seen my father, during the battle against Morgath and the Wargles. A year since I had been taken captive by seafaring pirates, the Skandandians. They are no longer pirates now though, their new ober-jarl, Erak, has seen to that. They are friends and allies now and Araluen will be glad to have them.
As we left the coast of Skadandia behind I almost felt sad, we had a mix of good and bad memories, mainly bad though, from the Skandandians land, but I was most excited for what laid ahead. It would be many days before we reached Araluen and I would have plenty of time to spend with Will, my traveling companion and friend since we had left Araluen for skandanadia. We were growing apart though, I could tell. Something had put a rift between us. More than ever now that he was heading home to his cabin in the woods with Halt and I was heading home to a castle and my father, with servets for my ever need.
The sea grows wilder now, so I will write again soon.
Princess Cassandra, Heir to the throne of Araluen
To Musa Qudratullah’s enchanter
I will never look back Zohra, believe me after the condition you kept for me to prove my love to you, you will long for me after you begin to realize what you might have lost and maybe one day when you’ll look for me; believe me when I say that I’ll be waiting for you to remind you of each and everything you said but never will I abandon you. Be sure of one thing that you’ll find me exactly where you left me, it will only be in body that I’ll walk the journey of life but my soul will remain exactly where you left it.
Oh my love-the water to my soul, they say that love at first sight is merely attraction but when I saw those eyes of yours-the only thing I could see of you, the window to your soul; I knew then that I need not see anything else apart from them to know who you are and where you truly belong. You belong next to the very person you seek and you seek someone who loves and cherishes you, respects you as if you were their equal; in other words someone who understands you like your image in the mirror and believe me if you let me show you’ll see that I am probably the only one that truly does.
Love worth the world to you
The one whom you’ve entrapped in your beautiful eyes
22nd December 1988
So, it seems another one has fallen. That fool had let her emotions get the better of her and is now captured. Normally, I wouldn't be concerned over one of my subordinates' failures but her ability is less...expendable.
I had planned for her to puppeteer the 36 sinners should they prove troublesome to contain, while also providing cover during the critical stage of the plan. Plus, my vampiric weakness was negated by the thick fog she produced. Compared to my previous assassins, who were like the parsley on a plate of spaghetti, Enya was like the spice in the sauce, a valuable component though not invaluable. I've already sent Steely Dan to take care of her before she spills her guts about The World's ability.
As for my progress with the Heaven Plan, I've narrowed down the coordinates to an area around Cape Canaveral in Florida, hopefully I can more accurately pinpoint the location before they arrive.
Written as an entry in Dio Brando's diary from Jojo's Bizare Adventure by Hirihiko Araki.