A Warlord's Journal

[Pin Head]

In the depth of the Task manor a small red journal could be seen laying atop a table. It seems to be open to a random page. The handwriting is rather terrible, but it seems to be somewhat legible. 

1735AC

Revan picked on me again today. He blamed me for our mother’s death again, and again. Said it was my fault… He says it was my birth that caused her death. Me having her hair color is proof of that. No matter how many times I say I didn’t do it, he just… Doesn’t listen. He keeps blaming me.

I hate it.

But I know it’s not true, there’s no way I’d ever want to harm anyone! Especially not Mom.. I just wish… She didn’t die before I could get the chance to meet her. At least we still have dad!

Sometime seems to pass before the next entry of the journal. The handwriting seems to be a bit better, and there seems to be a lack of crayon in this entry. There seem to be a few smaller entries before this one, but nothing that truly sticks out.
 

1736AC

Dad keeps… Training us. Harder, and harder each day. 

Sometimes I feel as if my entire body is going to give out on me, and a few times it nearly has. I’ve thrown up more times than I can count, and with each day that passes my body continues to scream louder, and louder in agony. 

I hate it. 

But, at least I have Hades with me. We promised each other that no matter what we'll always have each other’s back. We’re a team! The BEST team ever! 

I don’t know what I’d do without him...

There seems to be one more entry on this particular page of the journal. 

1736AC

I snapped. 

I got sick of Revan constantly looking down on me. He said something (I can’t remember what it was) in the middle of our training session. I think we had just finished dragging boulders up the side of a mountain. 

Father allowed us a moment to rest, which was rare, so Hades, and I came up with some cool scheme.  Then Revan... decided to bring up our mother’s death. I can’t really recall why, everything became a blur after that. From what I was told by our father, I lunged at him, took him down, and wailed on him. Over, and over again. 

When I came to... His face was all bloody, my hands were too,  and my father was laughing like a lunatic cheering for me after I… Hurt someone. I don’t know why, but I…

I loved that feeling.

Not the feeling of me pummeling Revan, I don’t remember much of that, but hearing father’s praise… That’s what I truly loved.

Father called off training after that, and so I came here, and wrote this down. I’ll try to actually write more stuff in you later. 

I hope you’ll forgive me Mister Journal.