♪ We Gotta Get Out of This Place ♪

We managed to hold the line. The orcs snuck in at dark and killed a fourth of Magecrest's army in one day. It was brutal. I still feel like we should have made more of an effort to find the Prince to tell him about Noelani's dream, but that's just hindsight talking. We were all so tired from riding so hard to reach the battlefield, and there was no way to know that her dream would be so literal. If her dream was so literal, I'm even more worried about my dreams of Amber. Maybe she really is in danger, and what if I'm going the wrong way? I have no time to focus on that right now. It's hard to think.
 
Facing the orcs was... Different. It felt strange killing something that wasn't a monster. I still see that orc's face just before I cut his head off. Come to think of it, I'm not entirely sure this scythe has ever drawn blood before; it was always more ceremonial than practical whenever father used it. Despite everything, our group held. Borris killed a ton in the last wave, Noelani wiped out the first wave with some wild magic, and Aerylin kept blasting anything that moved. She also climbed inside one of the dinosaurs..... Not sure what to make of that. We make a good team, but now I'm exhausted....
 
We met with the Prince, who wasn't pleased about us not telling him about the dream. Noelani was very confrontational with him, which I'm not sure was a good idea. The Prince seemed stressed. I would be too if I was in his situation, to be honest. Still, it was no excuse to belittle our feats in battle and to chew us out. I gave him a blessing regardless. He seemed like he needed it. Now we're off to the Western Front. We have to find out as scouts any information about this area of the front and where the Prince's scouts have disappeared too. Then, we need to report back. I don't like this situation, but now we're committed. If we fail, the most powerful kingdom next to my home will fall, and we need all the protection we can get.
 
I'm also scared. I think I got overwhelmed today, and my hands won't stop shaking. It was like a shockwave hit me causing the mother of all headaches. The Gift is still with me, which I suppose is both comforting and a curse, given my surroundings. I can hear them in my mind, thousands of voices screaming out in one long discordant melody. I can't even understand half of them, and I don't care too. I'll be happy when we leave this battlefield, I can't focus while I'm here. I just need a nap.... zzzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzzz......