My name is ELIZABETH. My occupation is BLACKSMITH. My family name is DIRE. DIRE has fallen. We came under attack from family WOLF. FATHER is dead. MOTHER is dead. I will honor DIRE in every swing of my HAMMER. I will make SWORDS, MACES, BOWS, ARMOR. As long as I am a smith, DIRE will not truly die. I seek the colony TARANIS. I hear that they accept GLITCH. - Elizabeth
I have been taken under the GLITCH AN-DRE as a BLACKSMITH on TARANIS. I have met many INTERESTING people. However, something BOTHERS me. I have met a DASHING GLITCH named SKYRAX. I have FALLEN for him, I must admit. I question if this will WEAKEN me. I must AID my people, AID the GLITCH. I must continue to DEDICATE my work to TARANIS. This SCARES me. I wonder if I am WEAK already. I will THINK on this, and return to you, JOURNAL.
I went on a... DATE(?) with SKYRAX. He was very KIND, and DASHING, and MYSTERIOUS. I felt WEAK again. I felt like I failed. I do not know if I want to CONVEY these emotions to him, I would not like to BURDEN him more than he already is. The DATE ended strangely. A GUN FIGHT broke out at LIBERTY MILLS, and a RED AVIAN (Not NIX) led us out of the BAR. I went to the HOME OF SKYRAX, which was a bit RUSTY, but very IMPRESSIVE. I was reminded of my FAMILY. I worked ANGRILY.
