September 18th, 1873

Entry from Dai's Journal

September 18th, 1873

Life goes well. The hunter camp is a peaceful place for the most part, and I feel like I truly belong....The most shocking thing is though, is that I found records of my birth. I am a hunter's prisoner. A demon. Specifically, a Keres. Specifically, Ker. The personification of violent death. Is that a good thing? So my name's actually Ker something. My mother was a POW captured in some big battle or another. And my father...well they don't list my father. Which probably means he was a hunter...but that doesn't fit with the timeline. So I'm left with my mother's "name", 4T3XH1. And nothing else. But that's a start....

Right?

Ren Koron.... or am I ?

October 31st, 1873

Halloween. Used to love this holiday. Then I turned 7. I dug up more info on my mother. She's a beastie in the Barcelona camp. Explains my Spanish....? Apparently, a vamp coven broke into the camp to save on of their members. And Jyakuran and I got carried off and were eventually filed as dead. We were only four, so it didn't actually matter that much.

I miss Jyakuran. And Silar. And Somarn'l. Why, I'm a regualar emotional wreck. 

Ren Koron