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Daywalker Chronicle - Character Diary
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Sabine's Diary August 1515 My life began in 1495 in Le Mans, France to the noble house of Duvain. The only daughter and thus I was ignored by my father until the unfortunate deaths of my two brothers. My older brother Phillip, who had been groomed to take over after my father died in a battle far from home. Henri, the youngest of us, had been given to the priesthood as was the custom. He died of illness a few months after Phillip. My life became even more restricted than it had before and yet I began to travel more than ever. I was paraded around just as a fine possession, guarded at all times. It was on just such a trip the year I turned 20 that I met Evangalene. She was the most heavenly person I had ever seen. She had the air of royalty about her, though she was not of royal blood. She moved like a cat and had a voice like the summer breeze. I was mesmerized when I saw her. She radiated power, the kind I had only ever seen come from the King himself; even my father succumbed to her. That night my life changed forever. She became my teacher and mentor with promises that one day I would be able to control my own life. July 1520 I learned much in those four years with her. There is nothing that I wish to share with the world this way, but I did learn of a greater purpose and I embraced it. There was a ritual to take place marking my commitment to this new way I had chosen. I sat vigil on that horrid night not knowing that the fate that awaited me was not the one I had prepared for. In that night the hand of evil touched me and nothing has been the same since. November 1571 I am alone. All I know has been ripped from me. Evangalene is dead. Our house is scattered, what's left of it. My world is gone. The future no longer seems hopeful. My purpose is no longer clear. I must think on this; what will I do now? All is uncertain. June 1590 The path now seems clearer. I have started to gather the household back together. Gaston, Hubert and Norbert are once again here with me. Armand, so unlike all the other men I have known. Not at all like the pawn that was my husband or the suitors of my youth. There is something about him I cannot resist. March 1600 Tragedy once again blackens my world. Armand is dead. Unknown to us all, he was a servant of evil who had come here to destroy us. Gertrud, my loyal and trusted servant saved us and earned her place among the family. She has been gifted with the great purpose and will do well among us. May 1653 Jeremy, my love, has fled from us. Perhaps I should not have been so harsh with him. Now I am not certain that he was trying to rule the house; maybe he didn't realize what his actions were doing to the household. I will be forced to send men after him if he does not return soon. Why did I not see this? Is there something that would have prevented this? My brothers say that I did what was right, that Evangalene chose well, but I have doubts. October 1735 Grace too has left us. Again I know that somehow I could have prevented this. We should not have fought about such petty trifles; the peasants matter not. I will let her go; I know that she will come home when her anger has subsided. February 1736 The household is my only concern, my only thought. I have no energy to pursue our great purpose. I have managed to convince my brothers to stay, but for how long and when will I get back the strength to do what I have been chosen for. Only time will answer these questions I fear. |
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