Grim Views

-You pick up a volume that looks as if to have seen many years of life. Looking at the cover alone gives you an idea about it's previous owner, before she donated it to the Grim's Records. Though the cover is faded and worn in areas, it is adorned by swirled and feminine reliefes, scrawling across the cover. It looks to be a fading verigation of what once was Mint into Azure into Violet. To this day, it carries with it an air of elegance ettiquette and ambition, all bound by the owner's girlish attitude.

When you finally open the cover, it seems as if the book's binding is to break at any moment, but holds. The script is painfully proper and done in a luminescent icey blue force that shimmers away as you are able to read it. Now, it begins.-


My friend, I apologize for not dating our conversations. I don't see it necessary as we will both recall them now all this by our memories we will share. I have just created you from spare parchment and have taught you how to speak back to me when I want to keep track of what we have discussed. Mother suggested I use you for spells, but I needn't any reminders of how to perform them. Her talent isn't nearly equal to my own, she and Father both realize that. So far, it is just Mother, Father, you and I. I guess I am content with that as it allows me to focus on my tricks without distraction. Father doesn't let me play with the other children in our district. He says they aren't needed and they are below me.
I don't know about all of this, but it is Father's wishes so I will obey them.

I disobeyed Father's wishes today and talked with the other children while he was away and mother was napping. They asked me questions like why I was so much darker than they and why my hair was grey already. I didn't think it was all that different before then, Father's colors were exactly as my own, and Mother looked more like the other children. They asked me why my eyes shined with more of icey glint compared to their brilliant blue shine. I couldn't answer them. Their parents saw us talking and started to throw pebbles at me as if I was an annoying stray... It made me sad, friend.
Mother found me crying, and she asked why. I told her and she looked at me with scorn and sympathy all at once. Her face was so peculiar I thought it would freeze like that. She hugged me and I felt better, like nothing could hurt me.
Father arrived home and Mother told him about this morning. He glared at me and said we had to move now. Why can he leave the house and I can't? Silvermoon is so pretty. I wanna walk around it to.

We're packing my room now, my friend. Mother is helping me wrap up my little glass people, we don't want them hurt before we get to our new home, do we? They me company when I don't want to talk to you. Mother also tells me that this is for the best, and that it'll be fun! Mother says I can go outside anytime I want once we get to our new house, and we can try new tricks and spells without worry! I think it's exciting, don't you? Mother looks different somehow. I can't really say how though.

We're here now friend! I had to ride in that wagon for days! Did...no you wouldn't have seen the big stones with all the marks on them we passed. I should give you eyes sometime so you can see what we talk about! I'll have to figure out how to do that. Our new house is really pretty friend! Father says we shouldn't have to worry about anyone hurting us here. I didn't think anyone was going to hurt us at our house though, did you? Mother seems to not be happy with the new house though, she gets ill a lot since we moved here. Just between us I think it's the house. Or all the wierd new flowers. Or maybe it's some of the other stuff here. I haven't really got to explore much but we put my glass people in their house in my new room! I think they'll be happy now to be out of all that cloth Mother and I put them in.

It's been a bit since I talked to you last, my friend. I've been busy helping Mother with stuff around the house, and we haven't had time to even practice my tricks as much. She's starting to get a fat belly, too. She must be eating a lot when I go to bed. Father always follows after her when I don't. Mother calls me, "Little Nursemaid" when I help her out now. She says in a while we can start playing with my tricks and spells soon.

Father doesn't stay at the house with us much anymore. It's starting to feel like our old house in Silvermoon, my friend. I can't go out and look around and I have to help Mother lots. She's getting more fat and she sleeps a lot. I think she's ill. We should come up with a spell to help her get better. Father has some old books that might help. We should go look!

Mother looks like she's about to pop even more than that squirrel did yesterday. I was trying to use a Charm on him and he...well he didn't come to me so I could play with him. He started to get fat and then he we "POP!". When I went over to see if he had run away from me using the dust cloud as a distraction, I saw a buncha red sprayed all over the grass and the flowers he was hopping near. When I brought Mother there she looked suprised. Mother says I should be more careful, I have to control myself, and I can't use tricks or spells on living things for a while. She also says she isn't ill and isn't under any spells right now. Mother says she has a little one inside of her right now. A little what though? She looks like she has a hawkstrider hatchling that they brang me... I forgot how long ago they brought me it. We need to sneak to look at Father's books now.

My friend, I have amazing news! I have a brother! Mother had him hiding in her belly. I think she ate him and that's why she was so fat. We will make him our new friend too! Father kept his books locked up so I would be suprised, I am sure of it. Mother says his name is Iacton. Yes, we are making him our new friend!

Iacton spit on you, friend so I had to wash you. I don't know if we still want him as a friend, he cries a lot and keeps Mother and Father's attention more than I can. They are to busy to practice my spells with me and the tricks I know bore me. I think we should go exploring, my friend. There's lots of woods and some hills around here. I am sure we can find something to play with!

I am tired of looking around for stuff friend, there's just trees here.

I am sorry it has been so long since we spoke, my friend. Iacton is growing and walking around now. We keep each other company. I haven't forgotten about you, so don't worry. We'll keep talking!

I apologize again my friend. It has been years since I spoke with you last. I have been meaning to tell you much! Iacton talks now. Mother should be helping him make his own friend soon. Iacton has colors more like Mother, flaxen hair and pale skin. His eyes have a wierd shine to them. He shines more...teal, I believe is the color. He's a brat. All he does is take all the attention away from me and Father dotes over him far more than Father ever spoke to me. They are always far from the house practicing stuff already. Mother still helps me now and again when I come to difficult excercises or words that confuse me. She doesn't seem to think I need her as much as she used to. I miss her spending hours upon hours with me, my friend.

I just don't have the time to talk to you like I used to, my friend. Iacton and I are both practicing a lot, he tries to keep up with me in our own studies, but he tires a lot more quickly than I do. Though I am starting to look more like Mother, I still have the complexion and hair of father. Mother says I am becoming a young lady and difficult times will lie ahead of me shortly for those reasons alone. It makes me scared a little, but I think it shouldn't be all that bad.
Iacton spoke strangely at dinner this eve. We were all a little suprised as he didn't sound like himself and he started saying all this stuff in a language I didn't understand. It worried me, and I think it worried Mother and Father more than it did me. They both looked like it was some threat on their lives, I would imagine. After dinner was finished, they gave Iacton some medicine and sent us to bed. I tried to ask Mother about it but she wouldn't asnwer any of my questions. The fact that they are avoiding any information about it makes me really curious as to what Father has hidden in his own tomes.

We finally got a chance to look at Father's tomes. It's nice to have time to go digging without worry of being caught by Mother and Father. I looked at the book, my friend, but it did me no good. I could not read a single word it said. I looked at some of the etchings within though and they confused me.One looked like two people with a smaller person, and a black swirl. There were a few more pages of the gibberish and then another page with the swirl being around the smaller figure.
Everyone has been gone a while. I wonder where they all went.
Do you think those etchings had anything to do with why Father, Mother and Iacton have been gone for the past couple days? I want to go look for them, but what if they return only to find me missing. Making them worry wouldn't accomplish anything but getting me reprimanded.

Do you think that they are finally back? I heard footsteps downstairs. I am sure it's them.

Wait, Iacton!? No, no... N-NO STO

-The page had been torn midsentence, not allowing anything to have been finished. There are numerous pages, ripped away at the binding, only leaving a few scraps of letters here and there to be looked upon. From what you are able to tell, the pages span several years, and the few remaining pages left have been warped by what one would assume to be tears long since dried. Apparently the owner saw it fit to keep some things in the shadows. What her motivations for such were, one can only assume, but you would imagine, from the fragment of the last bit you had been able to read, she is avoifing something tremendously painful for her. On the last few pages there is a parting note.-

My friend, I have kept you with me for a long time, but I cannot any longer. We part ways here and now. You are the closest thing I have to a document of my history and the High Inquisitor requested such. I would spare her some of the things I had to endure so you would have much to listen to me speak of. May you serve her own purposes as well as you have served mine.

I will miss you....