~2nd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, 1573~
Truly, I am monstrous. My two dearest siblings gawked at me as though I were the second coming of Bahamut. The air was thick with many things. Fear. Horror. A sickening scent. Even swallowing proved to be painful.
What would Mother and Father say? Can I even go back home? No, I cannot. I will be banished from their house... From the Conjurer's Guild, from Gridania. Who would dare speak to a despicable girl like me? These were my thoughts at the time. I was warned. I believed no one. And yet... What I saw today...
Lamont and Ingrid promised that they would tell no one. My sin has now become theirs to share. What will come of this? How can I live with myself for the rest of my life? Even if no one finds out, even if the images one day fade from my memory... Surely, it will catch up with me. I must do something. Anything. Anything to atone for this horrible, horrible occurrence.
How could this... Why me of all people?
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((Some of the ink is smudged, likely by tears. The page is worse for the wear, however, due to intense wrinkling and stains of an unknown substance. Another heavily wrinkled paper, folded, is tucked between this page and previous.))
