Log entry #8:
The Council of Elders passed jurisdiction over the Order of the Black Guard yesterday. The mission – the rescue of thirty Merleinans, including myself – was such a success that they have decided not to shut down the Order. It will, however, undergo re-evaluation. They have appointed my foster father Sola to oversee the Black Guard’s operations. Reno has been suspended from service for five years and will report directly to Sola for another five. There is a rift between them though they do not speak of it in front of me. No one has yet noticed and I hope it will not affect their Orders. I suspect Sara had been a major influence in the Council’s final judgment. She told me that our people were dissatisfied on how the Elders’ addressed the issue regarding the disappearances. Letting Reno’s Order continue was a political move to regain Merleina’s support. Whispers of the forest have reached Merleinans. It sung of Liyanna’s recent deeds. Through her involvement, Devatas and Merleinans have once again worked together to save our people; a feat, considering the fact that it has been eons since anything like this, has happened.
I woke two days after I was retrieved from one of the enemy’s laboratories. Sara had been attending to me that day. She looked so weary and old. It was the first time I saw her openly shed tears in front of me and her staff. It was then that I vowed never to voluntarily place myself in danger. She had called me Arty, just like my mother used to and a friend whose face remains shadowed in my muddled memories. That is where my problem lies. Try as I might, I cannot remember the past three years leading to the present. Sara reassures me it will come back in time but I sense her relief that it has not returned. I am keeping more secrets again, hence this journal. I do not share the dreams that haunt me at night knowing Sara would fuss if she discovers it. So, when a particular nightmare keeps me wide awake, I take the path to Sinta, the Lake of Mirrors.
Last night, I found myself in the most unlikely company. Liyanna stood on the shores of the lake with her bespelled falcon and cat and the mythical chimera. The last news we have had of her came in the form of a Devarian courtier announcing her engagement to the mysterious Prince Kelor. It was a strategy to strengthen the relationship between fourth-dimensional humans and Devatas. Yet, when I saw her looking at the distance, I felt her longing. I rather wish that I had remained unnoticed for I was close to deciphering the puzzle she presented, but Liyanna turned and looked at me with silver eyes. The connection I felt with her was abruptly severed. Her falcon took to the skies as she walked towards me. Her four-footed companions stayed where they were.
She spoke to me in Merleinan, mostly questions about my foster family, Reno, and the Council. I answered as best as I could while suffering her unrelenting gaze.