A place where you can write character diaries. It can be about anything relating to your story and it can help develop your character by seeing how they perceive the world they're in. I'd recommend starting with your character's name and the date the diary entry was written. I'll start…
Alice Carpenter - October 31st, 2019
Today is Halloween, the day of the year when the borders that separate world is the weakest. I'll be spending most of the rest of my week in Earth-World to prevent any spirits from exposing themselves to human eyes. If they saw something like that, they'd probably go into shock. Humans and their weak minds… I know I haven't written in a while, but I've just been very busy after Zaleria's coronation. She's doing surprisingly good with handling all of Elvenheim and I expect even greater things from her. The country is in good hands.
-translated from Dvorjian
Soldatov Stanislavovich, October 31st, 1943 1983
It is today that I begin writing in this book. This story, my reflection of every day. Taya gave it to me. She told me it could ‘help’ me. Whatever that means, I’m not sure what I need help with.. Back to Taya, I only met her recently. Perhaps only a few weeks ago, but she is a nice woman.
She smiles a lot, very giving, but never really taking. She is very talented, too. If you read this Taya, everything I say of you is true.
Today was normal. For whatever reason the Generals have not responded to my letter. Their loss, I know. I suppose they forgot maybe. I guess I will have to keep sending letters.
We received warning of recent spies on our border, attempting to sneak under the radar. They’re foolish, thinking we will not know of their arrival and departure. Tomorrow I will be apart of the operation that ambushes them and captures them. Knowing my track record, everything will go well.
It is nearing the end of what I have left in mind, so I will depart from this sheet of paper and ink with this last few words.
Goodbye,
Soldatov.
*Translated from Russian.
I'm so sorry. I can't do this. Every time I close my eyes, I see HER. I see her bleeding out again and there is nothing I can do. Nothing. And I cannot stand it any longer. I am not your chosen one, and I never will be again. I'm sorry. If you didn't want me to leave, you shouldn't have hurt her.
I cannot stay with you any longer. You have manipulated me at every turn, killed my friends, threatened my family, and destroyed the world, all in the hopes of forging me into your chosen one. No longer. Goodbye.
-Translated from Arconian