1st January 2008

For humans it is the new year, but for magical folk, it is naught but a new cycle. Unorthodox enough, I anticipate the new school year. There are many I have not seen, particularly one that I would like to see. But I will move on from that. For many, this is one more year with new goals, but for me the goals have always been the same. I aim to live, until the faithful 21st of December when finally justice is fought for us from our master of masters, the Great Lucifer. Even the name, even to us, sends shivers down our spines. It is late. As weak as I am, I have to make myself even weaker by doing everything as the humans do. Almost simple things like going to bed when the sun comes up, is now impossible if I were to survive. Master has sent all her descendants, even me, a package by Raven's Wing. What is inside I dare not say, but I am grateful.