Eisenbrann, the 11th of Wassermond, 992 LZ (Spring)

They say many mortals can´t read and write. They say I have to learn. And I must choose a language to learn. There are so many languages. I chose the lingua franca, Basargnomisch. It´s relatively easy to speak and understand, but writing is pure pain.

My companions advised me to write a "diary". Paper and charcoal.

My memories of being a siren of the Albensee are blurred. Sometimes, I dream of flying with other siren-sisters other the bay. Then, I dream of chains, and a fat Lord with a whip. When I hear the hissing of it, I wake up with shock and pain. Sleep. Something I must get used to, too. Sometimes I dream of murder. I must have killed humans. I can hear their screams in this nightmares. There are faces, not only humans stare at me, but all races of Lorakis. They always look satisfied.

There are too many other things in my dreams. Slaves, falling birds, iron blades, shining armour, a giant hurricane over a city, and always a couple with crowns. One seems to be a guardian, the other one is a siren.

My story began a month ago.

I was captured. Some humans shot me with poisoned bolts from a cliff. My sisters fled, but I passed out. When I woke up, there was darkness. I whispered the names of my sisters. Somebody answered, but in a different language. There were many human beings, I felt it. I became aggressive, and raged. Iron bars. Stone and dirt. The earthier smell. I was in a cell under the surface.

That was the real shock for me. I went totally insane, shaking the bars, scraching the ground and walls. Some little humans began to cry, but that just raised my rage.

After five minutes of rage, a trapdoor opened in the corridor, and a burst of light revealed the cells tract. An elf climbed down on a wooden ladder, who stared at me, holding a small crossbow at my direction.

I didn´t understand him, so I tried to start a spell. He noticed it, and sighed. The crossbow SNAPPED. And again I fainted.

Next time I woke up, I was chained to the wall, my wings strapped. So I remained a long time. Two times a day, someone came down to the cells to feed the humans. And to tranquillize me.

After two weeks, I felt smashed. I surrendered. There was no more rage, just lostness.

That ended when the new prisoners arrived.