《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 18-19
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Day 18
Today was, interesting, to say the least. It went about the same as any other day, but a little more eventful.
In the morning another pair of birds came along, these ones having beautiful feathers, but average voices. Almost like a painting.
These birds got in a fight with the ones that were already here, I'm assuming it was over the best nesting tree, but I could be wrong. The fight ended with the males injured and the new birds finding a different tree.
Later in mid-morning a young boar decided it would be a good idea to try to trample the young sprouts Par was watching over. Par was having none of it and proceeded to beat the boar to death with a large stick before it could cause much damage. He then proceeded to follow the directions outlined in one of the books to gut, clean, skin, cook, and season the boar. He presented it to me almost like a trophy of his accomplishments.
On a related note, we had a delicious meal of grilled boar meat, I'm not big on eating meat, or much of anything really, but this was really good.
The early afternoon was oddly quiet.
Late afternoon saw Par stop reading and begin to swing his large stick in apparently haphazard ways. I was worried for a bit until I saw what he was reading beforehand, an instruction manual for swordplay. I watched as he flailed his body around for most of the rest of the day with little in the way of improvement, stopping every once in a while to read more.
As for what I did today, I mostly continued to feed the new trees with mana.
Day 19
Today it rained again. Of course, it did, it is almost always raining, but today’s rain was a lot harder than normal, a torrential downfall if you will. I wasn’t able to put my hand out of the tent without my arm becoming completely soaked, so naturally, I danced in the rain.
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Then the wind started. At first, it was just a light breeze, then it began to pick up, fast. It got to the point that some of the thinner limbs of trees were being ripped off. One even hit me in the face, which isn’t a big deal as I can still move through them despite the limbs no longer being attached to trees, but still, it was startling.
The lighting struck. At first, it was far away, I could barely see it on the horizon. But it gradually grew closer, until it struck my grove. I’m not too sure what happened after that, I remember getting really angry, and then gathering all my mana up for a spell. After that I don’t recall, I woke up on the muddy ground, the storm all but past. The tree that was struck was a little singed practically everywhere, but it wasn’t extensively harmed. The biggest problem I faced when first waking up was an overwhelming hunger, without thinking I ate the last of the berries on the bush, before collapsing again.
Now, I am going to stop this entry here as I don’t know how much longer I can stay awake.
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