Carria

“You've got a clean slate. Don't try to redraw the pictures that were there before. Use it to start a new masterpiece.”

I’ve had a week to spend on my special project, and I think it’s coming along quite nicely. I met a lovely lady named Odelina and an adorable halfling named Heemi, who have since moved into Everslade across the road from me.

Change.

It’s constant. So ever-present that after a while… you stop noticing it.

And then it hits you, like an arrow to the lungs. And you fall, and hit your head, and wake up two months later to find that nothing’s the same.

For two months, I have lain on a bed. My sister has bathed me, changed me and my bedlinens, fed me and kept me hydrated.

Two months after I took an arrow for a girl I can’t remember, from a man I’d rather not.

It took Ash a long while to get back to Bree after the failed rescue attempt. Her sister's limp body caused her face to be overcome with anguish and worry. "I cannot lose her again." She was grateful to Allyster, nay, deeply indebted to Allyster for his sacrifice. Without him, they would likely be captives as well. And Carria would likely be dead by now. "Stay safe, Allyster. I will come back for you all.

So, a journal. Ash bought me one. I don’t know why. It’s not as though my thoughts should ever be seen by any. And if they are, I can only hope they read it all, so that they understand.

Ash attempted to get a better look at the face of whoever stood above her. The hand was gloved, but she could feel it was not a man's hand. Her mind raced to form some sort of plan. Her knife was within reach...but her hand was near her own face. She formed the plan in her brain, hesitating only a moment before swinging her fist as quickly as she could. Her fist connected with the woman's chin and she crashed to the ground. Ash sat up quickly and drew her knife, crouching down and holding it to the woman's neck.