Dear Diary

In the capital of the Kingdom of Allytheón, called Arcadion, within the imposing Palace of Aurithéa—a place where towers of white marble gleamed under the sunlight and the gardens seemed like living works of art—lay the chambers of the third princess.

The room was spacious and elegantly decorated, though not excessively so. Curtains made of golden fabric, so delicate they seemed woven from sunlight itself, swayed gently in the breeze drifting in through the open window. At a carved wooden desk adorned with ancient symbols, a girl was seated.

Her golden hair, shining like fields of wheat under the summer sun, cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with a liveliness that seemed to capture all the energy of the day. She moved with the unconscious grace of someone still bearing the innocence of youth, yet her posture and gestures revealed an uncommon maturity for her age.

With a fine and elegant quill in hand, she leaned slightly over what appeared to be a peculiar diary, bound in dark leather with magical inscriptions faintly glowing under the light.

— Dear Magical Diary, — she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm as the quill glided smoothly across the paper. Her lips were curved in a radiant smile, and her golden eyes shone with the soft light filtering through the window. 

— It's been some time since I came to this world and became a princess. I can finally say I've fully adapted to this new life. — 

She paused, tilting her head slightly as she watched the quill's tip move in rhythm with her words.

— At first, I thought it would be more difficult and take longer, since Mr. Leopold said there might be setbacks and that the process would take a month to complete. — 

Her fingers began twirling the quill absentmindedly, as her expression took on a pensive air.

— But it's been a week now, and I already feel as though all the memories I was meant to receive have been fully integrated into my mind. I feel as though I've become Alice, and Alice has become me. Or rather... that I was always the third princess from the very beginning. — 

She smiled to herself, amused, before continuing.

— From her gestures, tastes, dislikes, even her way of thinking or acting. It's all so confusing and yet, at the same time, immensely fun. — 

Alice paused again, resting her chin on her free hand as she gazed at the written page, a glimmer of satisfaction shining in her eyes. A soft, almost musical laugh escaped her lips, echoing gently through the tranquil room.

— I think I've written about this countless times already, but… this world is incredible! — 

She exclaimed. The quill, still spinning between her fingers, stopped as she turned her attention back to the diary. Leaning slightly forward, an animated expression lit up her face.

"But above all, you, my dear diary, are the best thing. Such a special gift from Mr. Leopold! A diary bound to its owner, one that only I can read. And the best part: it transforms into a bracelet!" 

She raised her arm, showing a delicate golden bracelet that, with a faint spark of magic, turned back into the diary in her hands. 

"And I can even choose the bracelet's design!"

Her face brightened even more as she spoke, as if simply sharing her thoughts with the diary brought her a unique comfort.

— Since coming here, I've learned so much, met new people, and witnessed so many surreal things—especially for someone from Earth. — 

Her expression turned more wistful, her eyes drifting toward the window where sunlight cast dancing patterns on the floor.

Leaning back over the diary, the quill moved fluidly over the enchanted paper.

— The magic here is real. Magical beasts, monsters, demons, dragons, elves, and so much more exist! — 

 She paused, her eyes gleaming as she murmured, "Speaking of elves…"

Her voice softened, almost reverent.

— The royal palace librarian is an elf. And she's so beautiful… — 

As she said this, she rested her chin on her hand again, her golden eyes gazing off into the distance, clearly lost in a memory or daydream. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, and her posture relaxed, as though the memory itself was a refreshing breeze on a warm summer's day.

"Oh, I nearly forgot to write what's really important!" she said suddenly, snapping back to reality with a light laugh.

The quill glided across the paper with renewed agility as she leaned forward, propping her chin on her free hand.

— This is my 20th day in this world, and during this time, as a princess, I've been required to take countless lessons in etiquette, history, geography, law, horseback riding…— 

She listed, pausing slightly after each word, as though each one were a weight on her shoulders.

She sighed, but her golden eyes soon sparkled with a hint of excitement.

— But my favorite lessons are history and magic. —

She straightened up, lifting the quill from the paper for a moment, and with a small smile of anticipation, raised her palm.

— "Light," — she murmured softly, and with that, a small white, luminous sphere appeared in her open hand.

The sphere's glow reflected in her eyes as she gazed at it with a mixture of fascination and pride.

— The history of this world is so rich, and the magic is... — she hesitated, searching for the right words while twirling the sphere between her fingers like a small treasure.

— It's something anyone from Earth would find fascinating. There are so many different types and forms of magic, and every day, someone is trying to discover a new one. It's simply incredible. —

The sphere glowed even brighter, briefly illuminating the desk and casting dancing shadows on the walls. She chuckled softly, almost as if marveling for the hundredth time at what she had just done.

With a gesture, the sphere dissolved into particles of light, disappearing like magical dust in the air.

"But this is only the beginning," she murmured, as she continued writing in her diary with the quill held firmly in her fingers. She hadn't let go of it since the start, as though writing were the only anchor for her scattered thoughts.

— As for communicating with others, I managed to speak with Ben... —

The quill stopped abruptly, and her golden eyes widened slightly. She quickly erased the name with a brisk motion, her lips pressed in frustration.

'Alice, you idiot!' she scolded herself mentally before continuing.

— I managed to communicate with Lucian, Seraphina, Alistair, and Diana a few times. —

She paused to dip the quill into the ink, her eyes momentarily lost in the soft shimmer of the inkwell's glass.

— We've been exchanging letters, sent by messenger pigeons and eagles. — Her voice was calm, but there was a note of weariness in it, as if the effort of maintaining these communications weighed more heavily than it should.

— But I have to be honest: the magical keyboard is incredibly useful. —

A faint smile appeared on her lips as the quill resumed its smooth glide over the paper.

— Even so, there are still so many missing features… It's impossible to connect more than two people, which means we can't all talk at the same time. We need to fix this as soon as possible. —

Her fingers gripped the quill a little tighter as she wrote the next words, the concern evident in the slight furrow of her brows.

— Now, as for Alexander and Elijah… —

The pace of her writing slowed, and her breathing grew a bit deeper, as though she needed to brace herself to continue.

— There's no news from them. I'm really worried. —

She let out a long sigh, placing the quill down beside the diary, and rested her forehead in the palm of her hand, gazing out of her bedroom window in quiet contemplation.