Danica’s Diary 1

Dear Diary, my name is Danica, I'm fifteen today, and I really can't believe I'm writing this! I just - there's too much on my mind, and no one I can talk to about it, and if I don't do anything I feel like I'll go insane!

It all started ten years ago. My parents were murdered by my uncle and his floozy. They stole everything and kicked me and my elder brother into the outer city slums to die.

My brother's name was Tuldur, and mine was Tilastork. Our parents named us after Spirit Beasts. Tuldur was trained every day by our father to take over his weapon crafting shop. Our ancestors have been crafters for generations, and we have a hereditary contract with certain beasts to make it easier.

He used to be a selfish, mean brother - but on the streets he was the only family I had left. Every night we'd swear to get revenge for our parents.

Two years later, Tuldur fell ill, and I was so scared! I thought he was going to die! He just lay there in a coma, burning sick for days, and I couldn't wake him!

When I'd given up hope, and started to grieve, a miracle happened - he woke up! I was so happy! A second wonderful thing happened, and we were accepted into the state orphanage!

But, Tuldur wasn't right when he woke up. He couldn't speak anything but gibberish, he didn't recognise me, and he couldn't understand a word I was saying. I was really scared his brain was rotten, I'd have to support us both alone.

Brother got better, slowly each day, but he was never the same. The first change - his name, and mine. Brother called himself 'Mateus', and me Danica. I was really confused about it - our names were all we had left of our parents.

But then I noticed something even stranger - Mateus was completely different to Tuldur.

Tuldur was mean, and would yell at me when we didn't get enough food to eat. Mateus never yelled, and gave his food to me, so I wouldn't be hungry.

Tuldur was excellent with his hands, and always wanted to follow our heritage and be a weapon craftsman. Mateus directly gave up the idea, and decided to contract an Angora to become a weaver. He was so focused on our prosperity I couldn't protest.

Tuldur loved dairy products, and often chanced eating Mutant meat, which is how he got so sick. Mateus enjoys rice and fruit more than anything, and practically rejects any kind of meat.

Mateus is so kind to me, and treats me like the center of the world. He's forgotten everything about our parents' murder.

There isn't a single thought of revenge in his head - but I can't forget. I can't forgive those disgusting people for taking everything from us, and throwing us into the slum like garbage.

Mateus is a good brother, and he loves me very much - but I hate that he forgot everything. I hate that he isn't Tuldur anymore. I hate that he won't pursue our parents' murder.

I hate him, almost as much as I love him, and it hurts.