"Quiet Consideration for all things Eternal;;

[Shadowlark ¢¾]

My Entry Today..
Shall be on the conflicts endured and all the things I have been able to accomplish.

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Even when I was little, I was big.


Life will continue as a... As a... As a ball of twine does. Yes, that sounds right. I will experiance something today as I never have before- yes, I will wake up this morning in my simple pajamas. I will practice my meditation in the crisp, new autumn air. I shall practice my Tai Chi on the balcony of this hotel room. I shall dismiss the maid who dared to follow me and I will allow myself to be caught up in the tide of the world as I have never done before.

How I do love practicing my skills. Tai Chi, Bagua, Longfist, Kung Fu, Wing Chung, Xing Yi, Yoga.... All of it. However much my dearest father despised my learning of such.. "Brutal" arts. Although I have left the weapons I trained with behind, I intend to start my collection anew. As soon as I conclude my visit to the lab I shall seek a place to purchase a Bowie knife- something I always enjoyed toying with. It will be portable and good for hand to hand fighting, and is really the only weapon I would prefer to have on such a journey, with the exception of a staff.

I shall write about my father for a short moment, and then my brothers and sister. Then I shall move on. For any of you reading, this is so you recall whom I will speak of in this journal- please excuse my seemingly formal talk, I'm doing it for affect~ You can tell I'm beaming, can't you? Now, where was I? Oh yes, my father.

The Demon

Tall, dark and handsome would be an appropriate way to describe the one who kept me within a cage until now. Who burned any belongings I had that he could get his wretched hands on that he disliked. Who controlled my life and told me what I would and would not do. Who called me Ms. Crockett and forced me to endure those boring lectures on how to be proper-

Oh no, am I being cynical? Sorry! If there's one thing I'm not, it would be cynical.

He was a pidgeot-like pokemorph, fused with wargle and havign only enough human DNA to get a human shape out of it. It was a bit hard for him to learn to enunciate his words correctly at first, however he turned out to have a surprising vocabulary. This demon I speak of went by the name of Richard Oliver Crockett the Fifth, which can be a little bit of a mouthful at times. Many of his businessmen referred to him as "Sir Crockett", "Mr. Crockett", or other things of the like. I do believe this sums up my father, so now let us move on to the brothers.

The Comerades

I sometimes find myself wandering to them. They were twins, three years younger than I. This means they are now twelve, as I am fifteen. They are both Wargles, and look a bit like me- although prefer not to have long hair. They to do not enjoy being treated like proper people, they were more rambunctious. They made me happy, kept me entertain, helped me learn that how my father wanted me to live... Was not how I wanted to live. They, in truth, helped me through the gruelling process that was devising a plan to get out.

I am sure they have done the same by now. Father.... He will be infuriated if they have done so. I am sure that he will have the law hunting us down within the next month. However, I am not afraid. I can't control it, so I won't worry about it. There's a little wisdom for you there, if you'd like.

Joshua and Richard, they were. The last of my mother's children. She died when I was four and they were one- our father got remarried shortly after. Claimed that she was a hideous one- our mother was a wargle, too. I suspect that's why I'm a wargle as well- they are supposed to be male.

Anyway, back to Joshua and Richard. Joshua had the humor- the fun, teasing saurcasm, the talkative attitude, a bit of a jokester. Richard was a bit of a sadist- he had humor as well, although it was very gruesome... He always made us laugh, however. We made quite a team, we did. Oh, I do hope they escaped that horrid life.

Well, I mentioned they were entertainment. They were. We swordfought when our father was out in his business, we told jokes, we snuck out and enjoyed various things that we never got to otherwise- father never let us out of the house aside from schooling and "important affairs". They are the reason I now know how to fight.

This, I suppose, leaves my sister.

The Wench

My sister is eight right now, and although she is quite tall and seemingly matured, she still looks quite hideous. Her name was Charlotte, and she was the tattletale father-daughter tag team of the family.

Our father favored this girl, even though he sometimes referred to her as a wench. It was always teasing, not like when he insulted me in that manner. My brothers and I, we felt quite excluded, as she was the spoiled one. We were never treated like she.

Charlotte played dolls, talked like a gentlelady, ate like one, slept like one, acted like one. She was proper. She followed all orders of her father and mother like we never stooped so low as to do so willingly. She was, remember, of another mother- half related to us wargle three. She treated us like dirt, told on us whenever we did the smallest thing out of order that she noticed- and she never got in trouble.

Excuse me, am I being cynical again? My apoligies...

I should probably stop now. I do believe this will get too strong for me to write- I am not a mean person, I try not to write mean things...

Straying from Family

Now that I have told you of my family, I shall now tell you that I have begun my journey as a trainer. I intend to keep away from the forces of the law, as I have no idea what course of action my father has taken once he noticed that I- and likely my brothers as well- have fled. I will, however, partake in all else possible, as I wish to continue learning.

I will study the laws of this land and learn what is not to be broken and what loopholes there are in them- I have a feeling deep down that I will eventually need any loopholes that hide in the law of the land, since I know eventually father will contact the law, and I will get caught at some point. So, I suppose this would conclude my first and rather lengthy journal entry that corresponds to what I will be writing about for the next several weeks- perhaps months, even! I hope to make many friends and see you all again soon.

Tata for now,
Madison Rose Crockett
(but you can call me Sonny)

Mood; Full of muse~
Listening to; Unfortuanetly, nothing...
Eating; Ice cream cone.
Drinking; Water.
Thoughts; Wow, this is a long journal entry.

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