Journal Entry 2
I was introduced to Serena's friends as well as someone else who Serena said was knowledgeable in history. I brought along Aglaissa to be introduced to the group.
When we met, my immediate attention went to this very tall lanky man who stood next to Serena, who didn't even reach the man's waist. However, it was not his height that drew my focus - my intuition quickly informed me of some existent link between him and I based on his long layers of hair, white as snow, that draped along both sides of his shoulders similar to my own, along with his eye shape, nose and brow. Next to him was Floette - the one unlike the other - with her signature red-black striped flower. To my absolute stupefaction, Esme floated towards Floette, and hugged her, as though they knew each other this whole time! I was certain it was a Ditto's trickery, but such interaction proved otherwise. Even more shocking, Aglaissa had recognized Floette and said she had met her before! Only then it had dawned on me that this man was Kalos's ancient king - the legend had been true.
He was my accursed forefather, much to my dismay.
Ever since then, this encounter has been replayed over and over and over again my head. The years in which I have spent committing myself to evade the clutches of the god-king's foreboding legacy from claiming my identity and personhood are now rendered futile, gone to waste; I am now forced me to confront this unprecedented turn of reality by some cruel fate's play.
Why does he wish to help? Why in this instance out of all time and place? How did the king meet Esme? Why him out of all people? Did Esme only pick me because of my face the same as his?
