Dawnsky · Chronicles

No, indeed. I'm quite alive. I've just been terribly busy re-writing every piece of music I've ever written or bought. (( I'm looking at you, Jand. )) Jandercia made three quite demonic weapons. After Trell and I requested she take them back, she said she couldn't. I was infuriated. So, I removed the weapon from my person, but apparently, it flew back into my backpack. And guess what I saw when I pulled it out?

Every single piece of music I own, attached to the bloody thing.

I went completely insane. I had worked extremely hard on every piece  of music that was speared and ruined. My greatest and oldest, my worse and youngest songs, completely destroyed. I cried for a long time, if only out of exasperation. While copying this music, I didn't bother to take care of myself; I locked myself in my room or in the Brill townhall and wrote and wrote and wrote. I hardly ate, slept, or talked to anyone. Finally, though, I'm all done. 

LATER:
   Malendria's been telling me I've been looking a lot healthier, which is good. Only recently have I started looking sickly; ever since I started visiting Silvermoon a lot. Perhaps lack of it is better for me?