Twelfth day of the Fourth Lunar Cycle of the Hundredth Ninety Second Year of Helvair


    The grandfather clock just told us it is six o’clock, we’re seated at the grand dining room table and I’m so excited! My dad is finally here to spend some time with me! It has been so long since we last got to spend time together. The war has kept him busy protecting our realm, but that just means he is protecting me too! So, I’m not mad about it… but I’ll tell you a secret: I really, really wish I could fight with him!


    He won’t let me though, just endless training on how to be a ruler, history lessons, and the like. It’s been boring, but it’s finally supposed to change, you know? Why? Today of course is my thirteenth birthday! Even as I write to you now, Mr. Diary, I am at the table. Yes, at the table. No, don’t judge me! Lele has yet to serve dinner so I’m still writing! She works really hard, don’t you know? Works her bones off, Hehe. Get it? Because she''s a skeleton.


    Now that I’m thirteen I can –


    I look at her with a recognition. A skeleton! An actual, good to god, animated skeleton. With makeup...? I panic and turn away to stand and flee – only to lay eyes on an old man in the room. Good night alive he’s massive! With fiery horns and wings! Is he a demon?! Why does dad scare me? I scream out as my body begins to convulse, “D-dad!”


    Shit it’s coming right at me. Get away. “GET AWAY!” I scream as I try to throw things at the monster. Attempts to grab anything fail as my muscles betray me with their convulsions. My body tumbles to the floor.


    I am terrified as the monster gets close. I can’t be calm. That thing will eat me! I have to escape. I have to get away from this. Whatever this is home. I want to stay home. My family loves me. I don’t want to die.


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    “I’m not a hallucination. I’m… well I had a name, I can’t remember. I’m supposed to be you.”


    “A what now?”


    “Well of course, vampires are supposed to drink blood. Not sure on the meat part.”


    “… that is fucking terrifying,” the hallucination says while staring wide eyed at Loria.


    “I’m in your body? This is meant to be my body. I’ll be taking it. I think you aren’t supposed to exist, or perhaps we’re to merge into one mind or something like that.”


    “Great. GREAT. Sari! You little shit, is this because I beat you?! I swear I’ll strangle you,” she cried out in frustration.


    “What? No. I’m… I forgot my name, but I’m supposed to be reincarnated into a body. They said on my thirteenth birthday that I’d come to understand.”


    “Your childhood? You’re still a child.”


    “No, I’m older. Not sure… how old. I came from… well here, just look at my memories that I have available. If we’re in the same mind I’m sure you’ll be able to see them somehow.”


    “My old room… I think.” The other walks around looking for something to remember it by. "Ah, my old game system,” she smiles as her hand runs over the gray box with a cartridge in it. She stands and looks over at her desk, where a computer sits alongside a stack of RPG books and many little figurines of fantasy creatures.


    “Turn that off,” the other insists as she rushed over and hits the switch. “I don’t want to think about that, lets look for my purse. My name would be in there somewhere.”


    “Hey. I had a busy life! Work, game mastering, playing games, drawing, writing, and… I should have made more time. Yes.”


    “I can’t, I don’t know how! That’s what Sari made me forget!”


    Loria. Are you alright?”


    “Oh gods, I recall your childhood. Ours, perhaps. I’m sorry.” The woman says as she kneels over Loria.


    “A warrior to help dad out. Why do I know this?” The other sat down with a quizzical look on her face.


    “Yes. Yes I am. Loria I’m sorry. I think I stole some of you.”


    “I will Loria. I think it’s more a case of merging our minds, or it should be. We’re too different.”


    “What scares me now is, if I take over, will you die? I’d rather stay dormant than kill some kid.”


    “I’m sorry. All this happening to you because of me, I guess. Loria – ”


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