I can only take too much and I just realize now
that I am exhausted of trying.
My bones are weak to support the heaviness inside me.
My eyes are stinging from all the tears I have wasted
and my voice cracks just like the glass I tried to hold to drink the water I thought would regain my strength.
I am afraid too. My heart has holes and my love is spilling all over the place and you think it's a mess.
My feet seems to be dancing and my body sways as I move.
I feel from the staircase as I try to go downstairs.
I need to escape this hellhole that I thought would bring me happiness.
I now know that people are not capable of consistency.
You are not the boy I once played house with at my treehouse every afternoon in June.
You are not the one who I had rides with in the middle of the night thinking we were cool enough to rebel a little.
You are not the person I've loved when we were in bed and I was listening to your heartbeat as our favorite songs played.
I have loved you then and I do know that I still love you now, but I can only take too much.
I also know that today is not yesterday, but it is tomorrow.
And tomorrow, I am going to be happy.
For the memories that shackled me are not the only things that are going to make me happy.
My power went out. I can't describe in words the fear I felt. The last two days have been the worst of my life. The thing is here. It has been. I don't know how long and I don't know why. I have come to understand that I don't know much of anything. I'm always asking questions and acting smart but... What good are questions when you're already dead?? Etrius, Vela, Mal. Someone... Please. I am so afraid.
Your persistence would be rewarded greater, had you and your companions friends cracked my coded message. I leave it up to you now to solve and give gift for doing so. This is out of my hands.
I have perhaps misjudged you humans, and have further reminded myself that you desire more than what you accomplish. This still provides a strange discomfort for myself, but a reasonable understanding as to what I must do to guide you.
In processing the situation as it went, and formulating what I might say, I have decided that you will publish this to your people, as I will be describing the ruggedly unfolded actions of my peers companions and roughly my own.
As I write, so too does Nife, however I perceive worry crossing their claws. The allure of an enchantress has coiled their body, and everyone here is just as anxious.
Observe You see, after Nife last reported to you, Finn, they had attempted a bit of rest, only to be dragged out of their abode home by a charm placed by their favorited favored Diana. The resulting travel from the edges of Durinsoul to my home was in part my doing. I had Tyranny go after them, and from the looks of things they were fighting themself to get to Dia. Tyranny had little trouble, and Nife rested here in my lodgings.
I sent Tyranny out once more to gather the others, including Dia, though not directly, only through purpose. I know she's bound to question him about Nife's behavior, as well as their secrets.
This leads me to the ensured predicament that will follow, now that Tyranny has returned, declaring that Felix and the subject of our anxiety are soon to come. I without doubt understand why the outcome of my behavior will occur. I have Dylan fastening any entrances possible and Peter preparing his power. I must have Di get as far away from the door as I can.
Nife's ink overreacts once they begin to abide by Dana's will. While fascinating, I know for a fact the resulting actions must precisely happen, in order for an understanding to rightly be reached. The approaching approach will come, as Dana's voice ever grows in volume as distance decreases. She argues Felix's words, which makes it abundantly clear she refuses exclusion and the idea that his compliance in not telling her is due to the words not being his own.
Dana will attempt an entrance because of this, using as many of her spells as she can. Thankfully, I had the door fixed to ensure the result would benefit the moment, and she is unable to enter. I'll have Peter use his great winds to push her back, while they assume the control. Of course, Dana will fight back, and I command Doll to release the door's lock, as to allow Nife to exit.
It is then, and now, that Dana will be frightened by the enraged beast before them. I believe they understand what I am allowing them to do. This is Nife's safety health at stake, and Dana is greatly opposing the thought of seclusion, no matter how much it would hurt Nife to be rejected, and despite not knowing this consequence.
They will strike quickly, hoping to encase Dana before she can cast magics spells against them. While this does little, the fear will halt her decisions, and she will get out of the way of the attack. I chose my home as the location of this battle for the spaciousness it provides, so the damage has been set to a minimum from the beginning.
The lumbering beast will attempt another attack, but Dana shall finish her spell before so, catching one of the masses of ink arm against the farther wall. The ink tail will evidently counter, doing as desired and firing a few large drops of itself towards the witch, capturing her as well. During Dana's struggles, the ink monster will contort their arm to a favorable shape to release from the singular binding.
As they rush after, the ink drops holding her will grow maws and slimy ink tongues that wish to further the imprisonment. With shaking breaths, fear enlaced in each incantation, Dana will tempt freedom's will, only to falter at the looming brute before her.
While my words are crafted, Dylan questions why I document each moment as it occurs. I explain that it is for a better audience, one larger than our own. My friends dislike my insistence in adding you humans in, but they know my better judgment is rarely incorrect. I proceed.
Dana is able to momentarily rid herself of the stains, though not without a few bites. She chains the monster's arms to the ceiling long enough to scramble backwards, as more ink travels along her own arms. She is properly silenced by one of the crawling creatures wrapping around her mouth. Her frantic screams are muffled now, and my narrative is gracefully drawing to a close.
With the magic chains quickly fading, the beast ebbs in power, standing above Dana only to hold fear firm. I call to them, claiming that what should be done is done. They huff, stance unwavering as they bring a claw up to strike once more. I order them to stop, and when they don't, have Tyranny throw Lopez at the arm. With the distraction, the last of their energy is wasted as they observe the weapon embedded in the limb.
Nife falls back in a momentary lapse of confusion, before receiving a sudden shock from Die. In moving further away from her, Nife calls back the ink holding her, and apologizes for whatever they did. Dia questions them for their actions and secretive nature, mentioning her dislike for exclusion from the group. I must urge Nife to explain, stating that Diane wants to know what they have been doing, gaining a puzzled look from everyone present.
However, Nife finds the message within my words and gives detail towards the letters to you and what they are for, effectively avoiding the mention of affectionate secrets quite well, I might add. Diana is confused by this, believing that it was something much worse and stating that Nife didn't have to hide something as trivial as that from her. She is, in fact, curious and excited to learn about you humans, just as much as I.
And this must all occur precisely "in about fifteen minutes," more or less. I am still unsure of how to grasp your sense of "time," though I'm sure I will learn. I thank you for publishing this at the precise time requested, as punctuality is a burden both our souls abide to.
My hopes are that you, Finn, may continue your work in writing these. I wish to hear of your human world more and more through our similar, as you wish to know more of ours. Perhaps we may find you, or you may find us, though this thought I am concerningly unsure of.
