3rd day of the 2nd Lunar Phase, 1 Season of the New Year, 6th year of My Life.
My mother told me I should start keeping a journal, as it would help me remember my daily studies; as well as help keep me focused. I think she's not thinking straight.
Oh well.
My language studies have progressed beyond my sisters. They're thrice my age, but I've already mastered my native language. I think they're jealous of my abilities. My tutors are beginning to ask me questions, I believe I'll have to ask Father for new instructors again.
Mother got sick again after the midday meal. I'm not allowed to see her until she gets better. Father is worried, but he never shows it to the family.
My fencing instructors are stressing the importance of Drey Wunder. They also continuously request that I read the Fechtbuch. One of my instructors keeps calling the other a Gaukler, but they won't tell me what it means. I'll have to ask my language tutor tomorrow.
Mother missed dinner again. I hope she feels better for story telling tonight.
The cleric stopped by today to try to teach me magic again. My sisters are good with it, and I should be too, but it's still confusing. I think he might be giving up hope on me.
Mother missed telling me a story before bed. I hope she gets better by morning.
6th day of the 4th Lunar Phase, 2nd Season of the Year, 9th Year of My Life
Mother never got better. She died shortly after my last entry here. That's why I haven't written in so long. I tried studying the white magic taught by the cleric, but I never could get beyond healing minor bruises. He scheduled an appointment with a doctor to exam me for "disturbing issues" and mumbled about heart conditions. I didn't quite understand what he meant.
I now have three fencing instructors the insist on sparring with me at the same time. They claim it's to help increase my ability to focus, and further expand my agility. I figure it's because it's the only way they start to get an edge on me. Though, I am finding myself more aware of things around me. My friends aren't able to sneak up on me anymore. Perhaps its the fencing, perhaps it's just paranoia.
Oh right, my sisters have been married off and taken from the Estate. I know I didn't write much about them, but I will miss them all the same.
I wish Mother was still here.
1th day of the 1th Lunar Phase, 1nd Season of the Year, 11th Year of My Life
A brand new year, and nothing has changed.
I can't get better at white magic, the cleric tells me. He says it has something to do with a weak heart. I think he's just trying to make excuses for being an incompetent teacher.
I've been attending an Academy for fencing awhile now. Nearly half the school spars with me at once, everyone trying something different all at once. Pitiful fools. No one has yet to land a blow on me. I guess all that previous training paid off.
I don't receive letters from my sisters anymore. They must have children by now, taking up all their time. I'm glad for them.
Oh, while at the Academy, there was a person sitting outside the doors singing. I found them to be quite interesting. I wasn't able to talk to him today, as I was running late for lessons. Hopefully he'll be there tomorrow so I can get a chance to know him.
I visited Mother's grave after lessons. Father hasn't been here, ever. I cleaned things up, and put a new batch of flowers under the stone. I still miss her, but... I don't want to say that I'm getting over it...
A work in progress
