You would think an old broad such as myself would have kept a diary for much longer than this. No such luck. However, with the recent events, I've decided to go against the grain.
Despite all the meetings I've had with Boone Clear, the most recent was the most surprising. His company was not Lyanna, as one would expect. It was Stacy fucking Carson. If only that little girl knew what the hell she was getting into. If only she had just said no to his request. Now another has fallen into the fold and there is nothing I can do about it. Sometimes, it is a pain in my ass living the existence that my sisters and I do. I suppose I will keep record starting now. What else does an old woman like me have better to do?
Ignis 13th, 10,017
We have been watching, waiting and contemplating. The pain associated with the knowledge and no way to stop impending doom...I would not wish upon the most evil of souls.
With the hurt expanding through the kingdom, choices have been made for people without so much as a question. Ferren, as he sits upon the seat of a throne, has chosen the side my sisters and I worried he would. It has begun in Eleutheria. So many have lost their lives in the past three months, and there is no way to fix it.
I feel that Lyanna may be hiding something. the small glint of determination behind her eyes have been more than just worried. She disappeared a couple weeks ago only to return with a fire in her heart that I have not seen in years.
Even keeping these writings is near impossible. If only I could write what I know, what I could do, what I could see with eyes that are unseen. What is the use of this ability if we cannot make this world better?