[An elegant brown leather bounded book, the word “Elmuthalleth Anver” is written across the it’s cover, the page below was written many years ago and the hand writing seems childish]

24th Nightal, 1363 DR.

The other children, they throw stones at me, they call me “monster” and they refuse to even speak to me, not even one of them. I cannot stand this, father tells me that my difference is a blessing, but why does it feel like such a curse?

Why? I have done nothing against anyone, but they hate me so.

No one understands me, no one but my family, Horgath and the “Faithful One”, through dark and painful times, through anything he is with me, he has never left me and he understands me most.

Oh praise him.

I see the “Faithful One” in my dreams, I see his majestic presence in the dreams and I cannot help, but be amazed. Father says it is he who gives us the strength to survive through the suffering and evil we might face in our lives and that his loyalty knows no bounds.

Perhaps I am truly blessed like Father says, yet I cannot help but feel so cursed at the same time.

E. A.