Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

4 - The Beginning of Autumn, Elday

Sumone told me that Lee-a died. I fergit her name tho. She sed that Lee-a was a gost and hawnting her. I do not reelee no wat a gost is. It is weerd. She sed lee-a was dead and talking to her. Hawnting her. If peepul can do that frum Annwn I wundar why my mum nevar gave me a hawnt and talkt to me frum ther. Is she all ashamd of me now? Or mebbe she isn't in Annwn attall. Mebbe she died fiting and is in Balor's army now. That woud be good. Mebbe sum of the dreems I have had with dead peepul are them hawnting me. Aanson and Morhion got in a fite agin. Then Morhion challinged Aanson to a duel in Balor's name. He challingd Aanson to a battal of Fate. I wish Morhion did not do that. I have to Honer the fite now. I shoud be ther. As one of Balor's warriers I shoud be ther.

Aanson is a good frend to me. I feel calm arownd him. Not like Bjar wen I feel like a gamzillin voisis are screeming at me and it is hurtfal. It is hard to be Bjar's frend cuz of the hurt, but I am trying to not have that no mor. I like Bjar and I want to be his frend as best I can becuz that is how it shoud be sinss he duz not have love fer me. If I am his frend, then I can still pertekt him. I feel like I shoud pertekt him.

Morhion is also a good frend to me. He treets me veree niss. I think sumtimes he wants to see sumone in me that is not ther. But he sez purty things and pretty words come frum him abowt me. I no he woud not give me no hurt.

In my hed I do not want to see the duel of Aanson and Morhion. But in my hart ... My hart is excitid. It makes my blood race in me. I want to see the fite. I want to watch it the battal. I no the fite is fer Fate and the one who is destined to win will. I no in my bones and my soul and in all things that make me, me. I no that ther is mor going on then I can see and undarstand. And my blood is hot to wach it.

So, I think this fite is a sine. The fite startid ovar me. Mostlee. The fite will end with one persin as the winnar. Whoevar wins must have the hand of Balor Touching them, the hands of the Gods. In a small and funnee way, I startid a war. Sum peepul will side with Morhion and othars with aanson. And I will be outside it all to watch the dastrucshin.

And my blood boils.

Posted by Tzoli at October 24, 2005 08:04 AM