[Haradric writing in a small book]
I lied. Not only that, I started something I didn't want to but I deemed it necessary. I lied to the only one I saw close to heart. Why do I have to be like this? Isn't my heart not yet full of sorrow? Why can't it just be honest and true?
Briony, she is on my mind. A memory I cling to and I would tear apart the heavens should I lose it. Eldryssa came and helped me make the sleeping draught, she too fears for what is to come and my heart sings a different course when I am around her, Red. Red I called her. I didn't want to tell her I would go alone, there is no time, no time to tell her I lied to her. I can only hope to prevail or die a glorious death in combat like all warriors. But i'm no warrior. I'm hardly a normal man. I'm a cripple and it hurts, not in my knee, but in my heart. I curse the gods and all the gods unknown to me, give me back the ability to set things right.
Nonetheless, I will go inside the Wolf's den once more. Now out of my own free will. All I need is another look from her should I fail, all it takes is to bring down the man responsible should I be able to muster the strength. But how can I? I sit here with these darts, I don't know how to use them. Silver told me to use a blowpipe but I have none and I am alone. I didn't trust anyone else, she refused, I tried.
I lied. And now I stand alone in the face of certain death. I lied to my friends, my sister and even her, the one I swore to protect, the one I promised to keep safe only to have her slip from grasp.
I lied. And that is why I agree in thoughts to leave this world should it come to that.
Should anyone find this diary, tell Silver I will await her in the afterlife. Tell her that I tried.
-Rahvic Yathriv, son of Mârina and Rhaj. Brother of Siv, Dôril and Zehmir-
[Two spots of moisture reside at the lower-right corner.]
