A young girl's journal.
Today a new boy moved to town, by the name of Fenvar. His father is the new village blacksmith.
I think Fenvar noticed me today. He smiled, but I lacked he[sic] courage to smile back.
I waited outside the blacksmith's shop all evening, waiting for Fenvar to emerge. When he saw me, he said hello.
I finally mustered the courage to introduce myself to Fenvar. He told me my hair was pretty.
Fenvar walked me home tonight. We held hands the whole way.
Fenvar took me on a picnic today. We kissed for the first time.
Fenvar and I have been courting for a month. I think it is time to tell Mother.
We did something bad today. Fenvar and I snuck off to the fields and made love. When we came home, we found the entire village slaughtered. Could this be our fault!? Punishment for our crime?
Fenvar comforted me, assuring me we were not to blame. He held me all night, but I fear whatever attacked the village will return.
I found a note today in the mayor's house. It said, "The Tyrgash are upon us." We must leave now! (The rest of the journal is saturated with dried blood)