Nephele's Diary (Old and New)
Apr 26, 2023 0:37:08 GMT -5
Post by Nephele on Apr 26, 2023 0:37:08 GMT -5
Nephele's Old Diary
(Written by Nephele, age 16-20)
(Written by Nephele, age 16-20)
Entry I. Greetings.
Hello. This will be my first entry to this journal. I have heard it be called a "die-are-ree" in the past, but I know not what that means. I am Nephele, the daughter of the late Callythia the nereid. It is her death that has driven me to use this. She used to journal often. She asked I bury it with her. I don't know what to do with this just yet. I've never liked writing, but I suppose I do this to keep her memory alive.
Transparently, I'm unsure how I will do this. I could stay in the Isles but it will serve me no purpose if I do. She always hated it here. I buried her not too far from where I was born, maybe twenty or so miles south. Maybe now that she has passed she will find solace in knowing I'm not there.
Suddenly, I no longer find a home here. Should I travel without her? I couldn't. Not yet.
This was pointless. I pity the one who reads this in the future. Goodbye.
✿
Entry II. Crescent Isles - Contemplation.
Hello. It has been officially three weeks since my last entry. I have been sleeping on Mother's grave for a few days now with my ear to the ground. She often told me to lay my head on the ground and I'd hear her heart beat conjoin with the earth. She was a really good liar, beautiful too. I wonder how much else she lied about. I've finally decided to leave the Crescent Isles, as it seems her soul has wandered far from this place. It makes sense, I suppose.
I'd really hate to leave her alone, but I suppose I wouldn't be, if she returned to the Land of Wonder like I suspect. I just don't know.
Again, I don't know why I write these. No one will see them but me, unless I burn them and cast them into the wind. How horrible. Goodbye.
✿
Entry III. Crescent Isles - Reminiscing.
Hello. I hate to admit it but I think that I will be returning to this journal much more than I originally anticipated. I'm sitting on the coast at night and looking at the stars. It reminded me of a story she used to tell me, a silly folktale from the Land of Wonder that I doubt comes from a real place. She told me the story of Cassiopeia, a story of a vain queen who claimed to be even more beautiful than the nereids and how she angered the gods. Realizing her horrible mistake, she sacrificed her daughter Andromeda, chaining her down and leaving her for dead. Cassiopeia didn't avoid punishment forever though, and was cast into the heavens to mirror her daughter's position.
The way Mother told me the story changed a lot, but she often told me it like that right before bed. She would tell me stories of the other constellations, but that one has stuck to me today.
✿
Entry IV. Crescent Isles - Voices.
For the past few weeks I've been having nightmares. I can never quite remember what they entail but I can here Mother's voice leave my mind whenever I wake up. I can never quite pin down what and why, but I usually wake up very irritable. I hope I'm hallucinating and she's not trying to tell me something.
✿
Entry V. Crescent Isles - Training.
Hello. For once I have something new to discuss. I was attending lessons to help me learn martial arts, but I grew bored with their lessons. Uniformity has always scared me. I've abstained from their lessons, but I've been teaching myself how to fight in the meantime. It's hard and confusing, but I don't want to go back.
I suppose I'll learn how to do this on my own.
✿
(The following seven entries begin to detail Nephele's workout regiment, her nightmares, and more tales of the stars. In some parts of the journal there are little sketches and doodles of animals, plants, and even people. They become more realistic over time. Right in the middle of the book there are torn and burned pages, until the next messy, panicked scrawl of the next entry.)
Entry XII. Gone.
A group of people came in the night and robbed her grave. I'm afraid to dig and check her body but I don't have to. She isn't there. Not anymore.
At least now I know.
✿
(There is a gap of three years between this entry and the next, and Nephele is now 20.)
Entry XIII. Moonglades - Hello Again.
Hello, it's been a while. The last time I wrote in this was about three years ago, when I had just lost Callythia. It's a bit bizarre, seeing this again. Rereading it makes me wonder how I was able to do much of anything.
I've long since left the Crescent Isles, too many bad memories from that place. I remember spiraling pretty heavily, completely forgetting about this thing for years. I don't remember the specifics of my breakdown thankfully, though it lasted a long time. I remember I kept walking, going so far that I wandered straight into the Shadewood Forest and hid in a tree. I barely made it out alive, but soon I found myself wandering. Just like my mother, I walked for weeks, and soon I grew to enjoy it. I enjoy it now.
The wounds still haven't healed, I don't think I've gone a single night where she hasn't whispered in my ears. I don't quite miss her, but I don't like how much of this I have to do on my own. People are very flawed, as I've come to find. She wasn't, and I think that's why I'm glad she's gone.
I won't be writing in this much longer, as I feel like I should leave this chapter to close. I think I wanted to simply create an end to this, like a story. I'm afraid that if I leave this one so open-ended, my younger self will be horribly scared.
So, yes, I'm alright. I'm not too sure about my mother and I'm still scared, but we can't dwell on that now. We have developed so much from this phase in our lives. So please, don't worry and keep travelling. She would want you to, and as the days pass you will realize you would, too.
Goodnight, angel.
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Hello. This will be my first entry to this journal. I have heard it be called a "die-are-ree" in the past, but I know not what that means. I am Nephele, the daughter of the late Callythia the nereid. It is her death that has driven me to use this. She used to journal often. She asked I bury it with her. I don't know what to do with this just yet. I've never liked writing, but I suppose I do this to keep her memory alive.
Transparently, I'm unsure how I will do this. I could stay in the Isles but it will serve me no purpose if I do. She always hated it here. I buried her not too far from where I was born, maybe twenty or so miles south. Maybe now that she has passed she will find solace in knowing I'm not there.
Suddenly, I no longer find a home here. Should I travel without her? I couldn't. Not yet.
This was pointless. I pity the one who reads this in the future. Goodbye.
✿
Entry II. Crescent Isles - Contemplation.
Hello. It has been officially three weeks since my last entry. I have been sleeping on Mother's grave for a few days now with my ear to the ground. She often told me to lay my head on the ground and I'd hear her heart beat conjoin with the earth. She was a really good liar, beautiful too. I wonder how much else she lied about. I've finally decided to leave the Crescent Isles, as it seems her soul has wandered far from this place. It makes sense, I suppose.
I'd really hate to leave her alone, but I suppose I wouldn't be, if she returned to the Land of Wonder like I suspect. I just don't know.
Again, I don't know why I write these. No one will see them but me, unless I burn them and cast them into the wind. How horrible. Goodbye.
✿
Entry III. Crescent Isles - Reminiscing.
Hello. I hate to admit it but I think that I will be returning to this journal much more than I originally anticipated. I'm sitting on the coast at night and looking at the stars. It reminded me of a story she used to tell me, a silly folktale from the Land of Wonder that I doubt comes from a real place. She told me the story of Cassiopeia, a story of a vain queen who claimed to be even more beautiful than the nereids and how she angered the gods. Realizing her horrible mistake, she sacrificed her daughter Andromeda, chaining her down and leaving her for dead. Cassiopeia didn't avoid punishment forever though, and was cast into the heavens to mirror her daughter's position.
The way Mother told me the story changed a lot, but she often told me it like that right before bed. She would tell me stories of the other constellations, but that one has stuck to me today.
✿
Entry IV. Crescent Isles - Voices.
For the past few weeks I've been having nightmares. I can never quite remember what they entail but I can here Mother's voice leave my mind whenever I wake up. I can never quite pin down what and why, but I usually wake up very irritable. I hope I'm hallucinating and she's not trying to tell me something.
✿
Entry V. Crescent Isles - Training.
Hello. For once I have something new to discuss. I was attending lessons to help me learn martial arts, but I grew bored with their lessons. Uniformity has always scared me. I've abstained from their lessons, but I've been teaching myself how to fight in the meantime. It's hard and confusing, but I don't want to go back.
I suppose I'll learn how to do this on my own.
✿
(The following seven entries begin to detail Nephele's workout regiment, her nightmares, and more tales of the stars. In some parts of the journal there are little sketches and doodles of animals, plants, and even people. They become more realistic over time. Right in the middle of the book there are torn and burned pages, until the next messy, panicked scrawl of the next entry.)
Entry XII. Gone.
A group of people came in the night and robbed her grave. I'm afraid to dig and check her body but I don't have to. She isn't there. Not anymore.
At least now I know.
✿
(There is a gap of three years between this entry and the next, and Nephele is now 20.)
Entry XIII. Moonglades - Hello Again.
Hello, it's been a while. The last time I wrote in this was about three years ago, when I had just lost Callythia. It's a bit bizarre, seeing this again. Rereading it makes me wonder how I was able to do much of anything.
I've long since left the Crescent Isles, too many bad memories from that place. I remember spiraling pretty heavily, completely forgetting about this thing for years. I don't remember the specifics of my breakdown thankfully, though it lasted a long time. I remember I kept walking, going so far that I wandered straight into the Shadewood Forest and hid in a tree. I barely made it out alive, but soon I found myself wandering. Just like my mother, I walked for weeks, and soon I grew to enjoy it. I enjoy it now.
The wounds still haven't healed, I don't think I've gone a single night where she hasn't whispered in my ears. I don't quite miss her, but I don't like how much of this I have to do on my own. People are very flawed, as I've come to find. She wasn't, and I think that's why I'm glad she's gone.
I won't be writing in this much longer, as I feel like I should leave this chapter to close. I think I wanted to simply create an end to this, like a story. I'm afraid that if I leave this one so open-ended, my younger self will be horribly scared.
So, yes, I'm alright. I'm not too sure about my mother and I'm still scared, but we can't dwell on that now. We have developed so much from this phase in our lives. So please, don't worry and keep travelling. She would want you to, and as the days pass you will realize you would, too.
Goodnight, angel.
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