Entry 1
Dear Diary,
I just got this diary, so I guess I better start from the beginning.
When I hatched from my warm, cozy egg, I was only awoke to the terrible smell of another egg, not too far away. It smelled like meat; not the good kind, mind you. The rotting kind. I slowly walked over to it to try poking it. It was rock hard, and terribly cold. I didn't like it.
I soon met the other dragons. Sivha was obviously the oldest, and the wisest of the cave. She soon helped me get settled, as our owner was away for a bit. I asked her what the scary egg was. She didn't know. All she knew was that our owner brought it home one day, and Kisaak was assigned to guard it. I went to ask him. He had no idea, either.
Not too long after that, the thing hatched. I was surprised, as was everyone else. We didn't expect something inside to be living.. of course, it didn't look living at all. This scared me even more. I tried to stay away. But the thing seemed to be calling me, closer and closer... Until I spent most of my time by its side, enduring its smell, and its cold. The other dragons gave me strange looks. They didn't understand.
I woke up to a shuffling sound next to me. I had not been expecting this. After all, I have been spending most of my nights next to the inanimate hatchling. I looked over. It was standing up.
My legs seemed to be shaking, as I stood up. It scared me even more than it had as a hatchling. It- or, really, I should say She, had glowing, red eyes, and light tan skin. She hasn't spoken to me, but she seems to stay by me most of the time.. as I do her. Our owner has named her Sangsue. It supposedly means 'Bloodsucker' in a language called 'French'.
I wonder why our owner chose to name her that...?
Entry 2
Dear Diary,
I feel lonely. My constant companion, Sangsue, got sick. Spirlia, my owner, said she had to leave for a while. She took her away from me, and covered her with a fog... I can't see her, I cannot talk to her, I cannot touch her. I miss her, even though I sit by her fog every day.
The other dragons are still looking at me oddly. I refuse to leave Sangsue's side, so I don't hunt. Oyo comes over often and gives me food, so I don't stave to death. He also gives me company. He's nice.
I wonder when Sangsue will get better...
Entry 3
Dear Diary,
Sangsue got better! My owner unfogged her for me. She hopes that, by limiting her visitors, she will not get sick again. I hope it works.
I rushed straight to her side when the fog lifted. I felt at home, when I smelled the now familiar scent.
She seemed happy to see me; at least, I think so. It is still hard to read her emotions in those bright, red eyes of hers; But I'm getting better at it. She still doesn't talk, but makes gestures. We know she knows what she is talking about. Maybe she is shy?
Entry 4
Dear Diary,
She got sick again. When will she stop getting sick? I miss her, again. I keep staring into the fog, hoping to get some glimpse of her.
Oyo is keeping me company.
Everyone else is avoiding me.
Entry 5
Dear Diary,
Sangsue is well again, and has not been fogged for a while. That makes me happy.
Although, there has been something that has been making me... nervous.
My 'mother', or owner, came into the cave yesterday, carrying another.. 'dead' hatchling. I know Sangsue used to be one of those, but this one seems different. Almost threatening.
I don't like it. Sangsue doesn't like it, either. She, nor I, ever go near it.
Oh, I forgot to mention in the past few entries. There have been three little eggs, all huddled together in the nest. One is almost ready to hatch, one is halfway there, and the last will hatch in a couple of days. I wonder if they would like to play with Sangsue and I when they hatch?
Ah.. I guess there would be a problem with that, of course. Sangsue doesn't seem to want to be near the eggs. Whenever I go to check on them, she shies away. I run a quick look over them, and run back over to Sangsue. I wonder why she doesn't like them? Her eyes seem to grow a brighter red whenever she comes near them...
Oyo stopped talking to me, now that the fog has lifted.
Kisaak has been guarding that dead.. thing. It seems he is the best guarding we have, so far.
Sivha glares at us a lot. I don't think she likes me. I wonder why? She seemed so nice when she welcomed me to the cave...
