Day 3

The cold morning embraces my small body. I have fallen asleep last night... too much joy has conquered my spirit. Tyl returned to me with great words of his success. 
Tyl somehow managed to convince my father that I was not feeling up to fly with him that night, he told him I was feeling ill from the blueberry nectar I had that day. I honestly don't know how my father believed that. Maybe he was still too busy... 
If I were to be perfectly honest I am afraid. My wing still hasn't healed. I don't understand... maybe I didn't scratch it on one of the tree's branches... maybe it was the creature.
The wound seems to grow in size. What if I lose my wings? What if I never fly again? 
I need to talk to Susure! 

2

My meal was cold. Not literary... but even the sweetest nectar can seem tasteless when had alone. My mind stuck to the creature in the woods and to my plan of further avoiding my father. 
Tyl & I met in the garden after I finished eating. He is a good boy, I have known him since the day I was born. Tyl could be my unborn brother, father certainly thinks of him in that way. 

I'm not very talented in drawing but I gave my best. He is very childish at times and doesn't always understand my ways of embracing mother nature and the spirits which guide me often. 

At first, when I told him today I have a request, he thought I was playing with him... that was so annoying, yet I insisted on my request, it had to be done. 

I asked him to lie. To lie to my father. He said 'Are you mad Pixie? You want my wings to be cut off?' I replied 'Don't be absurd! My father embraces you dearly, he will believe you.' Tyl seemed to tremble like the ground trembles under the feet of Balasars. 

I understood his feelings in some way but it didn't matter. He was the only one who could help me, than he noticed 'What happened?' I retracted my wing from his hands faster than I would have 'It doesn't concern you!' I yelled! 'That is why you want me to lie?' he was quick in thought. 'No! I'm not feeling well...' I tried to trick him. I couldn't. 

Now... I'm waiting for Tyl to return... I only have so little time before I should fly with my father. I do hope Tyl doesn't fail my expectations... I hope he does well...

Day 2

I've managed to avoid my father last night. He was busy planning the gathering of nectar for this spring. He's always busy lately, although I wonder what he is busy with... 
Although my soul and mind are at peace... I cannot shake the feeling which the creature has left me with. I have tried to scribble down a sketch of it but my mind fell into darkness. 
My wing has not yet recovered and my father expects me to greet the people tonight on our flight above the land. I should excuse myself and tell him I fell ill...would he believe me? 
Maybe I should convince Tyl to lie on my behalf, father always trusted him. But yet again... if I ask Tyl to lie he would most certainly ask me more about my untold happenings. What should I do? 
It is time for supper... luckily my father and I rarely eat together. He spends most of his time locked up in his chambers. 
I have to find a way of avoiding tonight's flight... it is of a great importance...

1

I had the weirdest encounter. I shouldn't have gone down to see what was happening. 

Note to self* - Never go and inspect strange things. 

I'm back in the womb of the tree, my heart is pounding continuously. In my attempt to flee from the monstrous creature I have just seen I think I have scratched my right wing. It doesn't hurt, I don't think it does... but... I hope my father doesn't notice my injury. 
I should be more careful. I don't want my father to know I have been lost in the beautiful and silent woods, he wouldn't forgive me if he found out. He says I'm too precious. He expects too much of me... I only wish one day I could be free... free as the stars which light up our skies. But I'm not. I have responsibilities, I need to honor the name, the beliefs and the legacy of our family. 
I don't intend to upset my father, I don't want to disappoint him... but I wish I could break the seal of silence which has embraced our people. 
Thinking of the creature I just saw... I'm not certain I know what I have seen. It moved very fast, almost with the speed of sun light. It was tall and massive. I felt it's touch on my pale shoulder... it was frightening... but I felt safe... I don't understand! What was it? What could touch me in that way? 
I can't tell anyone about what I have experienced... not even Tyl. 

1

I've found a safer place to scribble down my words. Deep in the woods, inside of the womb of an old tree. 
In my earlier entry I have said it was not safe for me... it's not. Although the land has become silent, there are some creatures which never sleep. They were often seen near the Glass Mountain. 

I found this old map inside of my great-great-grandfather's books. I am somewhere near the Mirror Lake. My father says that I will never find a soul-mate if I kept wondering off in the woods. He says it is my duty to be faithful to our customs... but I feel that my heart is not meant for this place. I feel I have a different calling. 
I've never seen the creatures which dwell in the midst of Glass Mountain, I have only heard stories about them. 
Something moves down there... I need to see...

Day 1

Today is neither warm nor cold. My fragile glassy wings shiver slightly at the touch of the soft wind. I often wonder if the wind can carry my thoughts past the vast valley, beyond the unknown waters of the oceans. 

Thus, I lay here buried in the depths of my loneliness waiting for this motionless day to pass. Not much has happened since our war ended. If I think about it, nothing happened. Maybe the war made our people silent. Maybe it took away more than lives. It took their spirit too. 

No one talks about what happened anymore and maybe if someone heard me talking about those dark times I would be put to silence too. That is why I chose to write it down on golden thin paper. I feel that today is different than any other day. I don't know why. The wind is different, the skies have changed their colors, the trees are whispering. 

I have to go... it is not safe for me... I will return...