Journal Entry #27
July 21st, Sunday
Today I’m going to my relatives house. I don’t know what part of my family he’s from but he’s supposed to be my new guardian. My home is no longer safe, my family is being hunted. I come from a long line of extremely powerful witches and warlocks, humans aren’t very... accepting of us. I’ll be leaving to my relatives at witching hour. I know absolutely nothing about him but his name is Rolquin. I feel too tired to do anything cause my adarna, Calliope, is sitting next to my head and squawking in my ear to keep me awake. An Ibong Adarna is a “mythical” bird from the Philippines that has healing powers, can put people to sleep (which is what I wish she would do to me), and can turn people to stone. It’s 2:47 a.m., a servant should be coming to get me soon and I won’t get to write until I’ve gotten settled with my new guardian. That’s it for now…
Lunette sits on her bed staring at the quill pen in her left hand and the journal in her right. She grabs her Victorian style satchel that lays on the little table next to her bed. As soon as she put the journal back into her satchel herncaretaker knocks on the door. ”Miss, it's almost time to depart. Are you prepared?” She said in her quiet yet hoarse voice. She's tired, I know that for a fact but she has terrible nightmares so she can't sleep. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do. She looked at her enchanted satchel which hold all of her belongings. ”Yes...” She said quietly but loud enough for the caretaker to hear. ”Good, the carriage is waiting outside whenever you're ready.”
Lunette listened to the tapping of the caretakers shoes as she walked away and got up once she couldn't hear it anymore. Calliope sat on her shoulder as she walked out of my room into the hallway. This is the last time I'll get to see this room... The old chipping cloudy grey and dull purple paint that used to shine flakes off as she ran her fingers over it. The familiar scent of burning wood and honeysuckle that Lunette grew up with still remains in the air. Renaissance paintings and vases lined the walls, all of them older than her even in her witch age. This is the last time I'll get to be in this hallway…
Lunette got to the eleven-foot tall wooden front door. After decades upon decades, this door still stands. It's intricate carvings depict tales of dragons, humans, fairies, witches, and more in their natural habitats and environments. It's a beautiful piece of work that can have only one name, Peace. Peace among every species, no fighting, no wars, something I stand for. This is the last time I'll get to see this door…
As tears begin to well up in her eyes she pushed the door open to be greeted by the cool witching hour breeze. Calliope stretches her wings and ruffles her feathers a bit making Lunette smile as she nears the carriage. The caretakers open the door for her. Lunette enters swiftly and sits on the surprisingly comfortable seats. She was surprised since carriage seat aren't usually comfortable. I guess Irus likes comfort. The caretaker closes the door and stands to the side. This is the last time I'll get to see her...
Since Lunette is from a magical family, they never use normal horse to travel. Most witches and warlocks use Longma, a Chinese ”mythical” creature that is a fabled winged horse with dragon scales, basically a dragon horse. Lunette named the longma Caster, Jubilee, and Rue but no one else calls them that except her because they all look the same. She distinguish them by the sounds each of them makes. Caster grunts, Jubilee whinney’s, and Rue nickers. Lunette listens to the coachman giving others to the longmas.
Slowly and quietly they all start trotting, they pick up the pace until their sprinting. The ground is bumpy then it starts to fall away and that’s how she know we’re ascending. Lunette look out the carriage window, the stars are bright and the new moon is visible in her witch eyes.
Glowing spirit-like creatures called soul butterflies surround the carriage and some enter. They glow different color meaning different emotion. They whisper to Lunette their stories from the places they’ve been and people they've seen. Some stories are sad and others are happy but none of the are the same. Their soft glows and whispers slowly lull Lunette to sleep…
It’s dark...where am I?
What? Who is that?
In the distance there’s a mans silhouette.
“Wh-who are you?”
I’m confused, scared and confused.
For some reason I feel like I know him.
I want to get closer but I control my desire.
He chuckles softly, it’s an alluring noise.
Suddenly light starts cracking through the darkness surrounding me.
I glanc at the man but he’s gone.
The light gets brighter and brighter and then...