A Strong-willed Conviction

“You can be my teacher to teach me magic and in turn I can tell you news about what’s going on throughout all of this world”

Just from seeing how much information is trusted with a scribe it was clear to Elisa that it was true as to what I was saying.

“This way we can look out for both of our aligned interests and prove to both of our families that they made the wrong choice in agreeing to exile us from home”

“I wouldn’t mind being your teacher, but I don’t know how I would teach you magic”

“Maybe you can borrow a book, and figure out how it is someone who hasn’t manifested magic at all can come to be able to use magic”

“It has to be written down somewhere, I’m sure of it—"

“I don’t think borrowing a book would be the problem, I can only use healing magic—”

“That’s fine. I don’t think what type of magic really matters because either way we both will get better at being able to use it”

“I have this good feeling about it. So, trust me and trust yourself, Elisa”

“You know, I think you’re right. If I can teach magic, then I can also learn something as well”

“You have to stop doubting yourself, it will get you no-where, once you trust in your abilities, I think even you will be surprised with the outcome”
“So, what is it, will you join me and become my magic teacher and me your spy?”

“Yes, lets swear to the Primal God Solar on it and that will make it official”
I hadn’t a clue who this Primal God named Solar is but it seemed to have a lot of meaning to her and so I agreed.

“I swear to it,” we both had said.

“Just who are these Primal God’s?”

“Some say they are the mountains, the forests, the sky and the sea, I guess to each person the Primal God’s are something different”

“It really depends on where you live and how you were taught”
“And I know you wouldn’t have a clue because you still cannot remember much. I can tell that this bothers you as it would anybody trying to understand a foreign place”
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet”

“I’m not sure if she’ll believe your story but it’s worth a try”

“Can we trust her? —”

“Yes, she used to be my personal guard but then she messed up and got kicked form her position”

“Even now, she still believes she has the sworn duty to protect me”

“You had your own personal guard?”

I didn’t even want to ask how one might come to need a personal guard, but I could imagine that her family must be rather well known, prestigious or rich or all the above”
“Okay, and when is it, I’ll be meeting this friend of yours?”

“Mm, I’ll reach out and come tomorrow morning we will all meet under that tree over there—” she pointed to the tree, it was the largest tree in the area, and so there was no reason to not find my way.

“By the way, what’s her name?”

“Her name is Rosalea, she will introduce herself properly come tomorrow morning”
“That’s quite the unique name, I never heard it before”

“Just so you know she’s bound to be suspicious of you,” Elisa had said.

“We’ll see how it goes come tomorrow,” she said.

“Don’t forget,” reminding me before I went my ways back toward my room and her into the bright blue sky of a beautiful day.

I went back to my room, feeling sort of at home in all that I can consider to be mine. I took some time looking over things once again to see if I missed anything.

I flipped pages of that journal and to my surprise the journal began repairing a page, in which it read: ‘you can’t even trust yourself’

Woah, this is no ordinary journal—I tucked it away so no one could find it.

You can’t even trust yourself, just what does this mean? —this Leon character it seems as though he was slipping and spiraling to conclusions—I wonder what happened and if it was him who had stabbed me to death and why did he do such a thing?

I wanted answers but I also knew I had to be patient. For hastiness is the recipe for disaster. I had to think just how all these things fit together, maybe these journal notes can lead me to what I need to see—

Sometimes in order to get through a storm you must get swept up in it first. I still don’t know enough about this place that they call The Crystal Cathedral. To me it seems like there’s more to this place than one can see.

I don’t know anything about this place only that it is a place called Solarune. Nonetheless, that doesn’t help me in the slightest if I don’t know the history. What am I saying—the history is but a book away—and being an assistant to a scribe lends me that privilege.

I need to do some serious digging, but I also have to be inconspicuous about it, for if that old man sees what I am planning he might just do what he said he would do if it came to it and I can’t have that happen or else all eyes would be on me.

I’d be forced to become a hero, and I really don’t want all that responsibility on my shoulders. And not just responsibility all the attention would likely be on me wherever I went, something like a celebrity and we all know how that ends—I’d rather go unnoticed at times than always being in the spotlight or to be in hiding.

Whatever is my decision I know I must be one hundred percent committed or else it won't work out like I'd hope it will.

I forgot the most important thing—