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Today is my birthday, and Izzy introduced me to this place called livejournal. She claims that a friend of hers, whom she called Zinny, uses it fluently. She had an account all set up for me. She was so proud of her work that I could not refuse to write in it.
It's funny, how sometimes I can look in the mirror and not recognize the Eyrie staring back at me. Sometimes I worry that someday I will be too far gone and have no anchor back to the real world. Perhaps, if I write down the occurances of my life here, whenever I get too far away I can reread what I have written in the past, and remember what it was like back then.
I suppose, then, that I should begin by describing myself as I am now, so my later self will now what I was like. I am an Eyrie, of course, painted pirate by my parents when I was just a fledgling. I don't remember my parents too well, perhaps someday I will learn more of their existance, but for now I know only the stories that Izzy is willing to tell me. From what she says, my father was a pirate, as I am. The scourge of the seas, she says, a courageous and valiant creature. And my mother was the daughter of a nobel living in Brightvale. They met when my father's ship raided her home on the coast and she tried to fend them off and protect her families valuables. After the encounter my father was intrigued by the beautiful red Eyrie girl and he went back to see her. I suppose the rest can be assumed, they fell in love (a forbidden love of course) and then I was born. Soon after, they presented me to my caretaker, the human Izzy, and I know not what has happened to them since. As you can see, I am the result of a great and wonderful story of love and defiance. Perhaps someday, there will be such great stories about me. But not today.
-Reikko
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