It's been a while since I've opened my journal. The pages however all look the same as the last I wrote in them. Well, of course they do. What else is to be expected? What isn't the same is my life. Life, a constantly changing thing. A precious thing, life is easy to snuff out, life is easy to change, life is.. hard to actually live, but we make do. We always make do. I remember in my first exile from those old streets of the Village of Vallaki. I found myself often times spending my days in the Sanctuary of Blessed Succor of the Village of Barovia.. Yeira was with me during those days, Aelia visited often. I remember them fondly. But what I also remember, is the life around me. I remember sitting on the steps observing those Barovian men work tirelessly to raise the crops for their sanctuary. I remember writing in my other journal my observations, this was all they knew, their life. But, I have a feeling this is truly what they wanted, not the tyranny surrounding this isle of sanctuary, but to support their island of relief. Everyone needs their own isle of relief.
What Valentin had planned, was no isle of relief. I remember the actions of myself and my fellow kin that day well still, weeks and months afterwards. The only thing I regret is the spilling of all that blood, but I do not regret the rescue of those little souls, whom can get the option to seek their own isle of relief, their own sanctuaries, their own lives that was to be taken from them. Aelia was somewhat right in that it was naïve to believe we could change those in power by within, whilst not actually being part of the structure to begin with. Change from within will have to be pressured and pushed, those in power will need to learn to fear those they believe are underneath - no - around them, lurking for opportunities to destroy the evils and ills that plague the land. They believe I, and my kin are done, their own naivity is showing. They will be proven wrong.
