Introduction: Lazuli Feng

~ On the way to Baldur's Gate

Hey mom.

To be frank, I wasn’t planning on actually writing in this thing when you gave it to me. I’m not much of a writer and I honestly don’t have the attention span nor the interest to start keeping a diary. I’m on the cart from Mideen to Baldur’s Gate now, however, and the driver is telling me it will be a long time before we reach the city. I forgot to bring anything to keep me busy so I guess I’ll write in this diary to kill the time before we arrive. Will I be writing in here a lot from now on? I don’t know but at least I won’t die of boredom for now.

You told me to write about myself and my journey right? I guess I’ll start at the beginning and see where I end up. Maybe I’ll even find ‘The Way’ and ‘Deep Introspection’  that you and dad are always rambling on about.

I’m Lazuli Feng from Mideen. Not much to say about it really, this town is small and it sucks.

The weather sucks.

The people suck.

There’s a special place in hell for the children I grew up with, they fucking suck (looking different is apparently a good reason to outcast people).

The only saving grace is the bathhouse that we run. Oh and the forest that surrounds the town, enough nooks and cranny’s for someone to hide and mind their own business. In conclusion: a pretty shit town. But then again, you’re not originally from this town are you? You and dad look different from the others. Not different different like me. You have a normal skintone and normal eyes like the other people in Mideen but anyone can see that we’re not from this place, maybe not even this continent. Maybe life would have been better if you’d never left wherever the hell you came from. Why won’t you ever tell me about that? I kind of despise you and dad for keeping quiet about this but whatever, better not to get too angry if you’re going to be reading this later…

I should write about my journey right? I’m on my way to Baldur’s Gate. Why? I’m not really sure. Well it’s technically because you told me to go and I think any town is better than that dump of a town so I guess that’s why. I do agree with you though, spreading my wings and finding myself is probably for the best at this stage in my life but still. I think I’m really going to miss you. In fact I already miss you and dad and the bathhouse and the forest.

Shit now the paper is wet.

Screw this.

I’m not sure when I’ll be writing in this thing again. Could be a day, maybe a month.. or maybe a year? Anyway, the cart is stopping in Marlton soon and I hope I can find something better to buy and keep my spirits up instead of making me all emotional like this stupid journal.