The mists have been unkind. Fair to say I've been tested, over and over..
First in coming to terms with the powers thrust upon me. Vampires, Sickness and Plague..
Separation.. The challenge of simply not fitting anywhere.. Power I have to hide, and now to top everything off..
An unprecedented amount of loss. One due to being taken by the mists.. a child i'd never met..
A wife and children I raised.. but never existed anywhere but inside my head.. but it's so.. very clear.
I was there, for the sleepless nights, learning to walk.. to talk.. and now i'll never hold them again..
I knew the mists were a dark force but this is a deep and twisted cruelty. If they expect me to wither and die they don't know me at all.
I will get my strength back, and there will be hell to pay. I will see my family avenged, my relatives looked after.
No one knows what I am here, and nore should they.. I'm just a Doctor.. an Alchemist. Serghei Ureche.. I mean that is true, but let that be all they know. It's all they need.
This taint within me, let it be removed and cast asunder. I do not need it, my will is stronger than most and I will do as I must without it.
I am grateful for Mikhail's aid.. finding me on the side of the road, she could have just kept walking.. or taken what she liked and moved on. There is some good left in people, at least.
I feel.. guilt for those hurt by this, though the mist perpetrated everything. I feel anger at the loss of what felt so real.. that I was fooled into feeling for a dream.
No one really knows the extent, the reality.. or me fully enough to discuss what comes now.
Only question now is what steps to take.. my legs are strong enough, I can move more readily soon..