Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

8 - The End of Spring, Losday

Bjar told me sumthing bad. He sed a hole lot of demmins are coming. He seemd veree... scard. He duz not wer it well eethur. He sed he wuz going to have manee prayers to try to stop it.

Sumtimes I think the Gods do not want to help us. If they did, ther would be no mor darkniss. Mebbe they do want to help us but they see all of the peepul with no faith and it makes them angry so they do not help. Manee peepul have no reel faith. They speek the names of the Gods with no feeling it it. No meening. They do not reelee worship. For theez peepul the Gods are a far away thing, sumthing that is not part of ther life evaryday like it shoud be. Lip Serviss... I think that is the words for it. Wen the sky falls down, the only thing theez peepul care abot it themselvs.

At the prayer Bjar is going to have i want to be ther for Balor. I think I can do it. I think I no a good prayer to use. maybe this will help bring mor peepul bak to Balor. If I am good anuff I think I can do it. I saw the way peepul stred at me wen I sang and wen i told a storee. I think I can do that agin. I no I can if it is for balor and the Gods. I can at leest be that strong.

I will even talk with that weerd Viroth aksent evaryone has. I can mimik it purty well now. That will make evaryone saprized I think. THey is always telling me to speek rite. I do speek rite. I speek like I speek. That is the rite way, all the othar ways are fake. The other ways are a lie.