Journal Entry: Idwel

I have been on the road with Geldezar, Korrick, and Arren for some time now. I have had many disagreements with them, Korrick and Arren especially, and they came close to killing me once out some misplaced fear and ignorance. But I suppose they didn’t, did they? I have grown comfortable around them. Though they might not be completely accepting of my abilities, they do still take me with them…

Idwel lifted his pen up from the page and looked over at his sleeping companions thoughtfully, and old memories trickled down the back of his mind. He would never forget what those cowardly disgusting townsfolk had tried to do to him when he was younger, and that monster, that horrible thing wearing a father’s skin. He could still not bring himself to trust anyone else, those people out there who would kill him in an instant if they knew what kinds of things he could do. A decision was made, and a flash of resolve swept over Idwel.

“They’re mine” he whispered under his breath. He turned and scratched Kyzzick behind his neck. “They’re mine, and I’ll not be letting anyone else have them now, will I?” Kyzzick blinked and cocked his head to the side, letting out a quiet click. Idwel mused on how this old creature seemed to enjoy being coddled like some sort of pet, on occasion. “They will warm up to my gifts, I know they will.” Long locks of Idwel’s hair snaked around behind him and began to put his journal away. “and I will keep them safe, by whatever means.”

Noiselessly, Idwel drifted upwards to the treetops with Kyzzick on his shoulder, coming to a stop at the very top of a dead gray tree. He looked up at the moon, as he had found himself doing quite often lately, wondering what kinds of horrors it would herald in next. Kyzzick’s eyes took on the dull icy glow they always did when he had something important to show him. “What have you to teach me tonight then?” Idwel smiled, as a cloud of darkness wrapped around them both.