I despaired of ever finding this journal again.
I have slept for a while. And I have had cycles when I sat in the hall, filling parchment sheet after parchment sheet with my scribbling. There have been festivals and rejoicing. There have been battles and heartbreak.
And in all that time my journal seemd lost somewhere as it became buried beneath the dust of time and history.
I need to redraw the pictures which decorate the outer pages. I?ll do that as best I can, though my abilities are nowhere near as good as those of the one who first produced them for Ellyana and myself. And then I shall try to recall the events that have transpired since I last wrote here.