Celozon

Entry 1
It's been a while since I was brought to this clan. Many years in fact- I was brought here while in the egg, smuggled out of the castle that should've been home, had my father not shown his true colors before the first nest. He wanted to use my mother, a Pearlcatcher, to have other Pearlcatcher children... Only to steal their pearls to control them. To think that could've been my fate...

The leader of this clan, Hamlet, has said that my mother begged em to hide me from my father, for he couldn't know that I still lived. For he would come after me, as he is a tyrant, and I would be considered his property in his eyes.

In order to hide my from him, Hamlet had to change my appearance. A ritual was planned. I would hopefully end up different enough that I would simply seem to be another random Pearlcatcher. The ritual was something that would affect my children as well. "In order to better hide them," ey said. "Your children will be possible heirs to the throne. They'll be a threat."

When it came time to do the ritual, I was nervous. Butterflies flitted about in my stomach, but I didn't have long to dwell on my anxieties before Hamlet had started. Eir voice was loud as they spoke in a language I did not know, and it was not the usual monotone, which startled me. A warmness flowed through my body, which drew my eyes down to watch as the spotted black patterns on my skin and wings dissipate. My skin seemed to shimmer now, and I couldn't help but stare at it, mesmerized. It was beautiful, but terrifying. It didn't look like mine anymore. Butterflies again danced in my stomach, and my heartbeat was so loud in my ears that it drowned out Hamlet's chanting.

The normally gentle glow of the runes on my skin began to glow brighter. My hands went to shield my face from the light... Which wasn't the best idea when some of the glow was coming from them directly. I squeezed my eyes shut as a light flashed brighter than before.

The vague noise that Hamlet's chanting had become was now quiet. Hesistantly, I opened one eye, and jumped when I saw Hamlet's large eyes close to my face. Hamlet backed away and held out eir small hand as an off white firefly landed.

I tilted my head in confusion. Hamlet had dark grey fireflies that would fly around em, not off white. Ey looked up at my puzzled face and told me they were mine. Ey had coaxed the magic of the runes off of my skin, and given it shape in the form of the many fireflies that danced around us. Ey had done so with eir own runes long ago. This kept the innate power of the runes while hiding it from others. I wanted to ask why ey had to hide eir power, but I figured if ey had wanted to share ey would've.

Entry 2
I'm finally home after training in another clan.

When Hamlet had told me ey had set up this arrangement, I remember being quite upset. I was terrified to leave here, and I didn't want to be around strangers. Ey assured me that this other clan was one that ey trusted, and several members of eir clan were from this other one.

My worries proved to be for naught, as I was treated well by my hosts. Another member of this clan joined me during my training. He didn't talk much though. On the battlefield, he showed great aptitude, and I was quite happy he was on our side.

Only when we were leaving to come home did I learn his name: Progfox.

Entry 3
The last bit of my training was done with some of the seasoned warriors of the clan. Today I finally finished it. The warriors who trained me, Briar Rose and Innis (for a majority of my training here), were thankful to have me with them.

Briar Rose was chatty and spoke of his previous clan with fondness. The people he mentioned sounded familiar, but I couldn't figure out why until he mentioned a fae named Thoreo. It was the name of the fae who trained me in the sister clan to ours. Excitedly, I had mentioned this to Briar Rose, who was shocked. He had lost contact with them many years ago when he had to make an emergency stop during a storm. When he went to the old lair, he couldn't find them, and eventually he found his way to this clan. To hear that his old friends were well and alive pleased him greatly, and he felt a great weight lifted from his heart. He kept thanking me profusely, and I'll admit, I was rather embarrassed by the gratitude. Eventually he figured that out and stopped.

The other person I trained with, Innis, was much more reserved. He shared little about his past and where he came from, and what few things I did learn were let slip during times his guard was down, such as when he was sleeping or just waking up. I picked up that he had a brother who died in a traumatic and violent way after waking up to him crying out the brother's name in his sleep. I'd calm him down and he would turn over and mumble things like "I won't end up like you," and something about... a curse? I dare not ask him though, as it seems like a thing he wants kept secret. I'm not one to pry; I have my own secrets I need to keep.

Still though, there were times when he looked so lonely when we would make camp. He'd often volunteer for first shift of watch, and I'd peek outside my tent to see him gazing at the stars. I wanted to say something to him to help with the loneliness that clung to his shoulders... but I was never able to do it. Maybe I'll try speaking to him sometime in the future...