NIGHTWALKER

FEBRUARY 11TH
I've arrived. The people here...they are quite nice. The King, I forgot his name. He found me, a boy, I was wandering alone in the forests. His men at the watchtower came and took me in. I quite like him. I've begun to write this journal, as I believe there are things ahead to come.

FEBRUARY 14TH
Maybe that was a bit vague. My name is Sarnas. I was a lone boy in the woods. My mother and father left me to die...at least, I believe that's the story. The King has taken me in as his own son! I'm a prince! It's amazing. The King never really told me his name...I should probably ask.

FEBRUARY 15TH
King Barad is my father. My adopted father, at least. That's his name. The Queen is gone somewhere, he says. Her name is Manahed. Queen Manahed. Mother and Father...my new mother and father...it feels great. They're going to be teaching me how to fight soon, they said. When I take father's place, I'll be a great loyal king!

FEBRUARY 23RD
It's a been while. They sent me somewhere to train. I just now got back! A week of sword training and a bit of army training. It was nice. Now that I realize it, I should probably tell more of myself, so when I become king, and my legacy passes on, those in the future will read! I'm Sarnas, I am 10 years old. I've been in the forest most of my life, I love to write, I enjoy stories of heroes defeating evil. I'm the Prince of this kingdom, but soon, I will be much more.

MARCH 2ND
I'm back from the next week of training! They're quite nice. Yesterday, I finally beat someone with my wooden sword! It's awesome! I can't wait to go back.

MARCH 9TH
Another week, not much to write about! Father told me that if I keep training, one day, I'll be like the heroes of old, and I'll save the kingdoms, and be a good king to my people! Huzzah!

MARCH 27TH
It's been a year, hasn't it, old journal? I have so much to write about! I've become a master of fighting, and I've even got a shortsword of my own! Now that I'm 11, I'm going to be sent off to be trained more. The Headmaster is going to train me personally! I don't know, that guy's kind of weird. He just, walks around, with a really serious face all the time. He's the master of father's army, though. I can't wait to be trained! I'm going to have to leave my stuff here, we're going to some weird island to train. I'm going to be there for 10 years. 10 whole years. I'll come back to this journal though. I heard there was some wars going on, but father tells my not to worry about wars, he'll explain when I'm older. See you then, old journal.

APRIL 27TH
Damn, has it really been 10 years? I don't remember. Regardless, the Headmaster is quite a nice man. I've trained pretty hard for a while. It's not easy, by any means. Let me explain what happened over these 10 years. The people of Doraden, across the river, have started a war. They started it 5 years ago. I was still being trained, but they needed men. Father didn't know at the time. I was suited in big armor, and thrust into the front line...The Headmaster almost seemed to want to kill me. Though, we won. I remember the battlefield. When I was a kid, I remember the stories of great heroes, but there...I felt scared. I was only 16 at the time, but there I was, among many others. I've slayed so many over such a short field of time...I don't feel like my old self. I have no idea what will happen from here, but, I promise you, old journal, that I will record every week from now on. I saw the great Doraden men, they charged across the fields. I was right outside, standing ground. The men on the other side were young and old, much like us. The Doradenian King is much more cruel than father. He walks upon Valoria looking only for those who dare challenge him. We were told to charge. The Headmaster, for the first time, grinned. War is what he loves, I suppose? Off I went, straight into the shields and swords of war. I wasn't alone. We all fought them, but we were losing. The Headmaster told me to go to the back. He too, was fighting from back, as the Doradenian soldiers charged after the other people of Flucre. There were 7 legions, in a bow shape. The Doradenians, stronger and better, charged towards the middle. When the did, they pushed it back. Then, the other soldiers rushed in from the sides. Mine and the Headmasters legion charged in from the back. We surrounded them, crushing them. I remember seeing men, bloody, dying, some deformed, missing limbs, heads...it was so horrifying. The war ended. I was rewarded, and the Headmaster began to find favor with me. A year ago, another war was called. This time, we rushed through the river. I hid my legion in the swamps, as did the Headmaster. We walked to the castle, and found it almost empty. The Doradenian King, hot with anger, was standing outside. We rushed in, and I remember the terror in his eyes. The Headmaster gave out a great laugh, and charged right towards him, slicing with his great mighty black sword at the neck of King Rûth. The Headmaster laughed and laughed, putting the head on a pyke, and standing it outside the kingdom. I feel horrible, now. Even though I'm back. I have a feeling something bad is about to happen. The Headmaster is not what he seems.

APRIL 13TH
My predictions were correct. The Headmaster is plotting war. I can't tell Father, or he'll kill me...oh god...don't let this happen.

APRIL 15TH
He's dead. The Headmaster killed my Father. I was thrown into this dungeon. The Headmaster has been walking back and forth with prisoners. I hear screams. I feel terror. When am I next? When will I die?

APRIL 27TH
A nice year later. I'm being taken in next. I hear their footsteps. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to d--------

APRIL 28TH
What the HELL did he do. I feel weird. They did something. My eyes, they feel like stone. I was taken back there. They knocked me out. I thought I was dead, but I'm alive. I'm alive. Why? I'm alive and I'm going to die?

APRIL 31ST
I'm so scared. My hands are black as the night sky. They're sharp and long. I feel horrible. I must look terrifying. Please help me. Father, somewhere, help me.

APRIL
I don't know how long it's been. I've been in this cell. My arms are big and black. It's almost hard to write. I feel so horrible inside my head. My brain hurts. What the hell is this...I just want to be free, I just want to get out of here.

DECEMBER
It's been forever, I think. I don't know. I can't remember. I feel horrible. My entire torso is black as the night sky. My heart is stopped. My eyes are heavy. I feel like a monster. Reading this journal is the only way I can remember anything. When can I be free.

AUGUST?
I'm...losing my mind. My legs and torso are black. I feel it coming through my neck. What is this. What did they do to me. I've been in the same armor forever. It, too, has become blackened. I want to be free.

NOPAZMA
Nyke've become zobrie. Nyke ūndegon sir skoros istan isse issa laesi. Ponta replaced issa laesi rusir garnets. Garnet isse se shape hen laesi. Oh issa jaes, skoros gaomagon nyke gaomagon? Skoros gaomagon nyke gaomagon? Skoros gaomagon nyke gaomagon? Lo ao kostagon shifang bisa, dohaeragon issa.

NIGHTWALKER
that is what they call me
the headmaster has replaced his eyes too
there are black horns on his head
he is the king now
he is my king now
i will serve him forever
i am the NIGHTWALKER