Alright, here's why I am writing in a journal that I received at winter solstice and haven't looked at since- my sisters, Courtney and Clare, have finally convinced me to start an account of the events that lead up to our ultimate enemy, Xiivu's defeat. Here's a brief summary of the events in my life-
*My sisters and I are born to Emma and Will, the very first Draegohnko's ever. They were magically taken at 3 months of age to Leslan, where they were raised separately, then married at twenty after surviving the trials of fulfilling a major prophecy. The details are a little sketchy, because the diary kept by my mother is still in the process of being restored to the point of being readable.
*This isn't actually an event, but if future descendants are going to read this, then Courtney wants to make sure that they will learn of her beauty. She's kinda vain.
The eldest princess is Clare. She's also the tallest. And most mature. The perfect one to rule Leslan. She has fluffy, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a real nice complexion. She's pretty straight-forward, and can be somewhat stubborn too. But she has a great sense of right and wrong, and is definitely the smartest of us three.
I'm in the middle, the hot-head, ne'er-do-well Caitlyn. I'm the shortest, which is the root to many of my behavioral "problems". I have wavy auburn hair, very blue eyes, and have been told many times that I'm much to tan to be a proper princess. I am pretty athletic, and I would much rather wear pants then a dress if I ever had a choice, which I don't, or ever will. I cause problems wherever I am, but I think that's my defiant nature. Ah well, it's kept me from becoming hypnotized before, which doesn't make it completely useless.
And the youngest is Courtney. She's of average height, with long, raven's-wings locks, gorgeous hazel eyes, and beautiful creamy olive skin. Basically, what every girl wants to look like if being a blonde with blue eyes doesn't appeal to them. She's a great negotiator, and very skilled with a bow or a pen.
*Our parents dragons saved our lives by taking us to London and placing us in the care of an orphanage headmistress named Mrs. Primbottom.
*We grow to be malnourished fifteen year old's. Then, through a chance meeting, Clare runs into the three boys who are to be part of our rise to power- Corinath, Cole, and Enrayus.
*We escape with the boys, who are on the run from several police officers. We're chased up a mountain, where we're, through magical means, transported to Leslan, in the middle of a snow-coated forest. We find a group of magical beings who are known as the Redmatt Counsel, who are apparently like Parliament in England to the rulers of Leslan.
And here we are, at the present time. I am in my tent right now, listening to the sound of dinner being made. Rabbit stew with hardened flat-bread. It doesn't sound very appetizing, but Broyel can do miracles to food. I would bet anything of value I own that she could make mud taste like the most delectable dessert item you've ever tasted!
That is all I can think of to write about so until I write again!
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