• Midnight:

    ... This... will be a confusing entry to write as I'm still trying to make sense of all that's happened myself. Heart, Zero, and I elected to investigate the mysterious island within the fog, but I found much more there than just ruins and trees. I found something that I can already feel will shape my future legends and chronicles to come.
    Upon disembarking our lifeboat, Heart had immediately suggested we search the island individually and report back within an hour to discuss our findings, so we all began our inquiries in different directions. Heart strode off into the trees and jungle fearlessly, as was normal for her, and Zero decided to follow the winding path along the beach to reach its origin. I was left to search the ruins, where the fog was thickest and my sense of unease strongest.
    At the time, I was desperately wishing to find a great treasure forgotten years ago, a treasure that would make all my fears and anxiety disappear in elation and typical pirate greed, but instead, as I cautiously made my through the broken pillars and shattered statues, I was drawn toward the center of the ruins not by the desire for gold, but by a strange humming sound, like a hymn of sorrow. Captured in the sound's sad beauty, like a trance, I followed its trail until I stood within a large stone courtyard of white and before me towered a majestic, but heavily worn and withered, fountain that streamed water continuously down to its base. Still dazed, I drifted half-consciously over to the fountain's lowest tier and found myself unwittingly scooping its liquid contents into my hands and bringing it to my mouth.
    However, a cold hand had grasped my arm then and forced me out of my mindless state. Dropping the water from my hands, I had turned to face the one who broke my trance, but I was greeted by a sight that I would remember vividly even as I write this sentence. It was a girl, a girl of incomparable beauty and charm who looked at me with glittering eyes that seemed like perfect gems, but hid great sorrow and pain. Her hair was an unnatural color of dark blue and she was dressed in nothing, but rags, but I could not turn away. My mind was blank, my lips were dry, but I forced out words anyway.
    It was a simple question I asked, but I desperately needed to know the answer to: "Who are you?"

    To Be Continued...