I don't often receive letters. Many of my friends don't know how to write yet, and my family isn't allowed to send letters from outside the city walls. Sickness and all that.

The letter is from the witches. They ask that I come and stay with them for a few months - as a Human Ambassador.

Marriage is expected, of course. Within a year, roughly. Next year in December is the deadline.

Yume is sending letters asking to go in my place. She wants to be married - Human Ambassador would be just the right thing for her.

However, the only response we received is a repeat of the letter I was given.

It is final. On September 20th, I will leave this city. I will become Human Ambassador. I will hold peace.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go.

(The ink is smudged in the corners of the pages. Tears stain this page, reminding those who read this book of what they are about to read. The journal entry continues, though the handwriting is so poor and shaky you cannot read it.)