It’s been a few days since I’ve last updated this journal. I suppose I should describe what happened. Anyway, WD and I were playing I Spy when I heard a twig snap. I motioned for WD to stay, I grabbed my bow and quiver and went toward the noise. I pulled by bow back and walked slowly to the figure I see. Then a woman stepped out of the shadows.
“Hello, young one. I am Ivy League, spirit of knowing. I have come to reveal you your past before it’s too late. Touch my arm and you will know what you are destined to know. Remember it, young one, for it will help you become a hero in the future.”
I touched her forearm and suddenly, I knew. I knew that my sign up was just a front. I knew that I never had a beginning; no origin. I knew that I am destined for greatness, though I don’t know what I’m going to do. I knew that my family isn’t my family at all. I decided I don’t care. Even though now I know the force is after me alone, I also know she will stop at nothing to get to me; even if it means killing my sisters. My adopted sisters, I guess.
I turned with questions for Ivy League, but she’s gone. I hurried back to WD, ready to recount what I saw and learned. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw pain. Not physical pain, but mental pain that he will go through before he departs my company. I knew it had something to do with what I just learned. When I snapped out of my trance, I saw WD looking at me with concern.
“YF, I’ve been trying to ask you what happened but your eyes glazed over and you never responded. You just kept mumbling something about not telling or avoiding pain. What’s happening?”
I quickly decided what to do next. I lied.
“I’m just tired. I guess I’m hallucinating now!” I giggled, wincing inwardly at how weak and stupid it made me seem.
“You should probably get some rest. I’ll watch.” he whispered, making no effort to keep the concern out of his voice.
“If you insist!” I said, pretending to be relieved, when really, I was disappointed that I had to end the fun times we were having.
I curled up in the sleeping bag, but I insisted I remained outside in case WD had to wake me up on a moments notice. While it took me a while to finally drift off, I enjoyed the warmth of his body as he sat next to my, the steadiness of his hand as he held it. Before I fell asleep, I remember thinking to myself how I needed to let go of my feelings toward WD. I needed to focus on my mission. Starting the next day, I would try to keep my distance. And, though it’s been painful, I think it’s working. I’m starting to lose my feelings between WD and I’m starting to become more focused on my mission.