The forest is no place for kids

I haven’t been writing much, definitely because of recent events. If my dad knew I’m skipping journals he’d chew me the hell out. That old man...can’t believe I thought he killed mom. I’ve been in doubt since the accident and shit I’m still doubtful. I can trust Nimmie however. Can’t believe pops came knocking on her door lookin for me. Sheesh. Anyway it was high time I left home anyway. King Seeban and his cronies aren’t getting away with what they’ve done to me. I’m Daretti freakin Da Vinky. Son of Trixie, Master of Teleportation magics. Yeah once I crack the code on her works then I can use that as a title. I can’t really focus on writing right now. We just left some kids to fend for themselves in a dangerous forest. There’s a reason I never strayed too far into it as a kid, there’s bad evil shit in there. But these kids had no choice. The orphanage burnt down, and there was no place for them. Verdantport has got to get their shit together. The city should have taken care of them! Witchwood is what they call their lil fort in the forest. There’s that one girl, the leader Chloe, she’s got a lot of moxie. Yeah and the White Witche’s weapon! It’s mythical! It’s legendary and I got to touch it! I taught her a few things about attunement so with time she’ll form a connection with it. It’s not something I learned over night. Hope she can protect them. We killed that freakish monster in the clearing. Evil and ugly and big is what that thing was, but Armitage and his new book really put out some firepower. But a kiddo still lost his life. Erastus is really messed up about it. We all are. Hope Elaria can help lift his spirits. Well think I’m all done writing for now. Rest is over and we’re following Malth’s lead.