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Page #3: "Lost Boy"
Dear diary, words to a song my mother oft sang to me echoes through my thoughts this day. The melody soft and beautiful, would always soothe me to hear. "You are the dawn of a new day that's waking, a masterpiece still in the making. The blue in an ocean of grey, you are right where you need to be, poised to inspire and to succeed. You'll look back and realise so one day" and I would finish with a verse of my own, that "all the world is here to stay, we just need, to find our way."
I sang to him, the hermit Mikel, while he slept beneath the sycamore tree. He was a lost boy, without friend or family and I oft followed him, to learn how he lived. He called the Twelveswood home, and the woods embraced him in turn. So I sang to him, that he may know the blue in an ocean of grey, the fields of roses bloom, that he too was a dawn of a waking day. I knew he was leaving that day, he had come of age and the Wailers cared for him no more.
I parted with him as he slept. 'Twas in hope of finding each other again, that I did leave my mother's Grimoire for him to find. In it, I wrote passages of spells, one to summon Blue, my carbuncle spirit. That together, they would keep well and safe. Oh dearest Nophica, I pray to thee, offer him guidance and keep him in good health. I have seen he is a good man, and will return to us, of this I am sure.
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