The Chronicles of Winfetch Riard

A collection of writings taken from the recently discovered notes, journals and letters of Lord Winfetch Lanudonienson Riard II of Falmouthe.

Journal Entry #1
Greetings, new journal. My name is Ge'lyn, and I'm six years old. Dad gave me you. He sed that owning you wood help me rite gooder. Anyway, I'm glad to finally have sumwon to tawk to.

Journal Entry #2
Hello again, journal. I'm sorry for not riting back to you for so long. It's been a month since the last ent-tree, but I still like you. The reason wai I haven't rited to yuu for so long is becuz mom keeps making me do stuff all the time. She slapt me the other day becuz I asked wai I couldn't go to skuul. I hear her cry at nite.

Journal Entry #3
Hey, journal. I can't tawk to yuu long becuz I hav to go suun. Dad caym back today with two of his friends. He says that they arr going to tayk me far away from Hammerfall to go train. I'm not sure wai he wants me to be on a train.

Journal Entry #4
Hello, journal. I'm writing to you under supervision. I've arrived in the mountains to the east of Hammerfall. It's really cold, but that's not the worst part. Dad made me go with only his friends and said that he would come soon. They're both really strict and mean. One makes me write lines every time I write badly in my journal, and the other makes me carry EVERYTHING. I hate it here.

Journal Entry #5
It's been a while, journal. I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I've lost track of time up here. Master Darynas and Instructor Aratur won't let me leave. They say I'm going to be great when I grow up. I know I am, but I don't need them to tell me. Master Darynas makes me work non-stop. He takes me for runs every night, every morning, every afternoon and every evening. The cold up here hurts my chest. Master Darynas says it's a sign of weakness that needs to be beaten out of me.

First Letter to Aro'nadia Lightstrider
Hey, mom. Instructor Aratur said that I could write a letter to you and Sirena since it's my birthday today. I miss you, and I feel so lonely up here. I've been struggling up here, but Master Darynas is helping me understand that this is for the Fat'ha-lan. I must remain loyal to the cause if I am to grow for my people. I don't know who my people are yet, but Instructor Aratur says that I can't fail them. I don't want to disappoint you or anyone so I will stay up here, and I will make you and Dad proud.

Journal Entry #6
Hello, journal. I'm sorry I've been so far away. Instructor Aratur has really been cramming me with information about the pride of the Fat'ha-lan, mathematics and chemistry. He says I'll need it for something. Master Darynas has been training me hard, too. He won't even let me rest for a second. I asked Master Darynas why. All he said was, "You'll see soon enough." I don't think I like what's coming.

The Mad Writings of a Child in the Wild
I finally get it. I am alone and forsaken. I can feel the cold breath of death breathing upon me. This poor wolf, whose blood I write on a stone with, he deserved more from life. Even with his worth, pride and strength, I tore him down to the most basic level. I have consumed his flesh, and it is being processed within me. Soon, he shall be little more than faeces and ink on this stone. I wait for my turn. I may not be the top of food chain as I think. I am forgotton. I am alone. We are alone. The Light has forsaken me, and hell calls for my soul as my name portrays. I will not be remembered. The pigs, Darynas and Aratur, have left me here to rot. My father has abandoned me with shame as he once did when I was but a child. My mother told me. My mother. I shall never see her shimmering, blue eyes again. Nor my sister's. I am already to die. It's just not my turn yet. I wonder... Did this wolf have a family?

Journal Entry #7
(( WIP ))