Goodbyes

I can't even write the entirety of what's happened for fear that it will fall into the wrong hands. Just keeping this diary alone is dangerous but I care little. With the aid of a friend I was able to dawn on a disguise that was seemless and infiltrate my mother's funeral at the home from whence I am exiled.

As I expected it was packed full of people and the sun was going down to provide me with further cover. The things I wanted to do! To cry for my lost mother and home, to embrace my surviving and faithful kin (who even then stood unaware of me) and to strike out at my foul enemies. But I could not reveal myself, for I was unwilling to break the peace of the event, but had I been recognized my enemies surely would have done so in their cruelty and malice.

And so instead I lurked on the fringes, disguised as a human female so as to ensure that I would not be discovered. I paid my respects silently and gave her one last gift of flowers. I miss her terribly...