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The writing is done very painstakingly, and is jagged and difficult to read. It's hard to write. My good arm is still broken. I just can't go any longer without. I have not seen my mother in a long time. I am afraid she forgot about me. Culandria said Stephen is dead, and I read on the wall Arynne ...

All that day, Rhiannon's form lies prone, motionless. At last, heading into evening on the next day, Rhiannon begins to stir slightly every once in awhile. On the third day, she wakes up; her eyes are glazed, on the edge of delirium, and her face is so pale it looks grey. Her tiny body, that had on...

Rhiannon's form lies prone on the forest floor, and she is unaware first of the falcon overhead, and then of the panicked voice shouting her name. She lies at the base of a pine tree, inches from death. A gaping wound, made from sword and mace, bleeds heavily at her stomach, and several ribs and an...

Rhiannon looks with horror at her brother's reddening face, the hand of her tyrant of a father gripped around it. Her eyes fix on Aokan's dagger, and she grabs for it weakly, thing fingers scrabbling in the dirt. She grips it and mustering the last of her strength, she plunges it into the back of h...

Rhiannon's mind continues to wander, and at first she is not even alltogether aware of the fact that he has begun to sleep. She still pictures beautiful scenes in her head; It was the way Caitlin had taught her to block out the pain. She imagines a beautiful spring day...Pendar and Caitlin's weddin...

Rhiannon merely nods in dull agreement, knowing it is the response he expects. She watches subtly the level of the drink in his hand falling lower and lower as he continues to take swigs of it. It cannot be too much longer before he passes out, and then I can have some time to think... He always pa...

Rhiannon forces her breathing to slow, and calms her face with utmost effort. Not again, he cannot win this time. Not this time. She forces herself not to speak anymore, and merely nods, forcing a look of meek submission onto her face. In his drunken state she hoped he would accept this as victory ...

Rhiannon thinks, trying not to show her fear. Always before, it was a simple game with him. Let him have his fun, agree with whatever he said, keep her mouth shut as best she could. But... she could not bring herself to do it anymore. A voice in her mind told her 'This is wring. You should not be t...

Rhiannon's eyes open again. Her mind snaps back to reality as the cold metal touches her soft neck. "That...is my name..." she whispers, "I was... adopted... after I left. My new Daddy...will kill you for this. You better let me go now..." She speaks with as much confidence as s...

Rhiannon closes her eyes, bravely taking each blow. It was like the old times... If she just kept quiet, it would stop... Wouldn't it? As a blow lands her stomach she can feel her carefully repaired ribs breaking again. She thinks dimly that she will be imagining a lot of unicorns for Caitlin, as h...

Rhiannon's gray eyes widen in fear and recognition. "You...Anither said he killed you. " Rhiannon's courage seems to have grown since that day about a year ago when she stole his copper and fled his house. "You can't hurt me anymore. I won't let you." She struggles against the r...

((This will be continued IG as soon as the server goes back up)) Rhiannon stands at the window of the tavern, ignoring the bustle of people behind her. She gazes out at the rain, now slowed to a drizzle. After a few minutes, with a sigh, she slips quietly out the back door and clims over the hedge....

I wish time was faster. I think having one full day irl ewual say 5 days in illa would be better... I mean, really. I think that once aging is implemented especially it should speed up some. Maybe even two days equal a week or something, I don't know... I just want to let my child characters become ...

I don't need any of you fighting for me. I owe it to myself to prove I'm not afraid.

And Aokan, why can't you stand to let me be happy because of anyone but you?

--Rhiannon

The round, childish writing appears again

I am not afraid of you. I dare you to try to hit me. I went through it once and I will not again. If you touch me I will run a sword through your heart, if you have one.

--Rhiannon Fayed

A reply is written in a childishly round, but neat, hand

If you are so superior, Mr Thalgul sir, then why is it that my spelling far surpasses yours?

Mere curiosity, you understand.

--Rhiannon, 13-year-old novelist.
And I do await your apology, you've set my book back two weeks.

Today was a bad day, but an important day. I started my uncicorn book, and I was pretty far, when a man took it from me, and told me that women should only cook and clean. Then he destroyed my book. I am not going to start over. I made friends after that. Capus and Daniel and Emily. They are about m...

The entry is sloppily, hurriedly written

Maybe it's just my imaginiation, but I think some of the bruises are starting to fade. And I didn't even use the ointment.

The handwriting in this one is forcibly neater, like in the last one. I saw Daddy and Aokan arguing today. They stopped as soon as I got there, so I know it was about me. Neither of them will admit it though. I wish people would stop treating me like a baby. Then again, other times I feel like I wa...

Hey, my orphan wasn't an orphan when she started... Plus, she's the cutest ;) Seriously, my opinion on child characters is that it's a really cool thing, because the adult they grow into, basically, who their character becomes over time, is shaped by the RP of every player they meet in game. With Rh...

Rhiannon takes her diary from beneath her pillow and drops it on the floor, gasping. She stares at the book, her face pale. Finally, she opens the cover. the edges of a few pages are wrinkled, like someone was flipping through the pages. She grabs a quill and scribbles on a new page: Whover read th...

This entry is written with care, effort taken to neaten the handwriting from its childish scrawl. Thirteen feels very old. I think I should start trying to act more grown-up. I am old enough now to learn how to fight better with swords. I should read more books about real things instead of pretend ...