August 12,1869

Entry from Dai's Journal

August 12th, 1869

The sun shines on the earth, and the deities above seem to smile upon us. Except for in my corner of the world. Jyakuran Koron, now 10, has ruined my plans yet again. 

It all started with a hunter. It ended with the same hunter's blood. It was Jyakurans's idea to mark me. To control my power, my rage. the mark burns into my skin, twisting me around.....When the vamp leader orders me, I must obey. I am no better than a slave. I am a slave!

This hunter's name was Somarn'l. We planned to escape together, and live normal lives. Perhaps head to America. Now he's dead, and a second life has ended by my hands....The reage is going to overtake me. Perhaps I should let it. But Silar would know- can't let Silar know.

December 21st, 1870

My apologies. I lost the journal in one fit of killer instinct. The punishment was severe, but the look on Jyakuran's face as I slid my blade into his friend's neck while laughing maniacally. My third life taken. The punishment, was to starve for 2 weeks and 6 days, then I was to dig the grave for the boy. Psh.  I made is as shallow as I could. The wolves devoured the body.

The 16th year lived. Perhaps my seventeenth will be my last. The rage is powerful and my only salvation is a spell I have taught. A soul chain. Mine is short, for I have little keeping me from giving up entirely. The burning pain it gives though, is enough It will always be enough. 

The reason for the chain was simple I am no longer fully able to control it, even when sparring with Silar. The chain I wear as a bracelet. It is enough. It has to be enough.

Daiguren