*She writes quickly in her diary, it does not make much sence from her tiredness and goes quickly to bed. It does not take her long to fall soundly to sleep, but even her dreams feel real to her. She does not sleep well that night, she tosses and turns and something bothers her for a time. Something scares her and she yells out sitting bolt up right.*
"NO! PLEASE HE IS GOOD!"
*As soon as she is awake she can not remember what she was dreaming about, but sweat trickles off of her forehead and her breathing is fast.*
*Kriska Neptune Molignue, bonded and Dead*
*Zemilia Sraosha Coshwood Ancalimon, Princes Regent of the Earth Elves.*