February 23, 2005
Return Home
I paniced when I first woke. The room was dark and I felt a weight upon me. I was dizzy and what little I could see spun before me. My eyes were not, and are not yet used to the light, Taliesin was keeping the curtains drawn for me which I was thankful for. The weight upon me was the blankets and I shifted beneath them, trying to assess things. I vaguely remembered, Taliesin lifting me from the ground and carrying me out of the cell and back home. But it is not yet over, I am to be charged with Treason as well as a host of other things. I can't move much, and have barely touched food for close to ten days now.
Tal had been trying to convince me to eat earlier today. He brought out a spread that could likely feed an entire family. I chewed on a piece of the toast, and joked with him about arresting our neighbourly Jirand. I think it pleased him to see me smile. But I do not overly see the point in eating. They're just going to hang me anyways. Do they hang people still? Or will I be killed in some other manner. I don't like to think about it, but it's hard.
I find it hard concentrating. The inky blackness at the edge of my thoughts constantly threatens to suffocate me. Lycenth is still in there. I want to get him out but I cannot, and the one who can will ask a high price for this.