Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. Is that all I'm destined to see for the rest of my life? I look at the kingdom around me, which I heard was once happy and full with light; now a dark and cold place of provety. You my diary, momma, papa, and Brin are my only lights and hopes in this place of darkness . Today, Brin marched though the house and village banging pots and pans as if some kind of warning. I laugh at that thought, but my mother Madame Mira came in today with a frown and a worried expression on her face. Was I right about Brin making some type of warning? Brin has always been the silly girly one out the two of us. I have always my the fearless boyish one, but only because my father Henry, he was a black smith.Henry was a great father and husband, but he died a few years back. Love, your writer and owner, Scarlett Raven.
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