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Saturday, May 12, 2012
Diary Entry, Eleventh of October
*Biara left her journal lying open, too distraught to even care about it after she wrote in it.*
I go to bed this evening with an aching pain in my side, and my heart heavy. My sister, my own beloved Kyliska, has forsaken me tonight. I thought I could talk to her about everything, about anything, but I was mistaken. Even though I took great risk to myself and had the Archmage Vomher give me a truth serum, she still reacted poorly to our conversation.
Poorly. Why do I try to sugarcoat the things that happened? She attempted to gut me like a fish. She stabbed me with her axe, slashing open my mid-section. I was so frightened. I lay on the stones, bleeding out my lifeblood, and she just walked away. I love her dearly, but...I don't know how we can ever move past this. What possible reason would she have for such hate to exist in her heart? She couldn't forgive me, her only sister, for a relatively minor transgression? It makes me weep to think about what we have lost, all the many years we spent together, and everything that we had as sisters.
She will never forgive me I fear. I knew it as I lay dying in Farstrider's Retreat. I almost wish I had died there. I almost wish that Vomher had not had the skill to sew closed the wounds and stop the bleeding. I do not know if I can live now, knowing Kyliska hates me. She was the only one who was ever there for me to comfort me, and now she wishes me dead.
I am also mystified as to why the priestess Lelliel would rescue me. I have ever been the child's foe, and I even told her that her restoring my life would not end the war, and yet she did it anyway. She believes in saving life above all else I think. It is a pity that she is not a Sin'dorei, for I'm sure I could befriend such a child if she were. I would even adopt her. That is not to be of course, I am simply ranting now as my emotions swirl.
I don't believe I can meditate tonight. For once I simply do not care. What hope is there for me, if my own sister loves me not? How vile a thing am I, that she would stab me? I am going to consume magic tonight. I need the energy within me, the life, the joy. I need to fill this empty pit that my heart has become.
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