A New Beginning
Through the shuffle of Nicanora?s return to Rhydin, it had almost been lost to the fathomless depths of Christopher?s backpack. It wasn?t until she dumped the bag completely did she realize she had overlooked it before. Two leatherbound books, both wrapped in worn cords of the same leather that made up the covers, each making a neat X over the front and back before tucking tail against the spines. When stood up together, they were clearly marked in order; 1 and 2 in neat calligraphy that couldn?t have been Christopher?s handwriting. Nicanora investigated the first, since that made sense, you know. The second was tucked into her bedside drawer for safekeeping while the first was carefully unwound and opened for investigation. Inside the front cover, Chris?s telltale scrawl was just barely legible for even Nicanora, who?d had almost two decades to learn how to decipher it.
PRIVATE
Property of Christopher Vincente Altatorre
PRIVATE
Within, page after page after page was filled with lengthy writings and doodles, some dated, some not. Nicanora stopped at random to examine them. She thought they would break her heart. Instead she found peace in his words and insights, almost able to hear his voice as she read. Little pieces of Christopher, all tucked neatly into two little journals. It was all too easy to get lost in reading them. A few in particular stuck with her as she read?
2 enero ?15
A new year, a new me. I?ve never been much for resolutions but after everything as of late, I think it?s as good of a reason as any to try one out. Nica would be absolutely appalled that I am keeping a journal, she would make fun of me so hard, but I think putting my thoughts here is better for the both of us. For all that I?ve always been able to tell her everything, I?ve at last reached the point where I don?t think that I can. For some things at least. It weighs on me, yes it does. But it is for her benefit as much as it is mine.
Last month, we undertook a case of a warlock gone off the deep end. Me, Nic, Daniel and Dia, and the other. Normally this wouldn?t have been an issue. We?ve worked fairly well together in the past. But Dia said she and Silvano got into it beforehand. He thinks there?s something between us. There is, of course, but she denied it. It does not bode well to go into probable fight while half-cocked mentally. That he has only just caught on really surprises me. I thought he was smarter than that.
Nica picked up on it too. I?ve tried so many times to tell her what I?ve done but the words never come. Parabatai or no, she has this image of me as this pure, faultless saint. As if I would never betray someone like that. For the longest time I thought she might be right. But Lidia, there?s something about her that I couldn?t keep myself away from no matter how hard I tried. Under better circumstances, I think that Nicanora would find us to be a good match but I think she would at the very least be disappointed in me if she knew now. Of all the people in this world, she is the last that I would wish to disappoint.
So in hopes of assuaging my guilt, I?m going to write it down here instead of bottling it up. I?ve always expressed myself better in written word than spoken so maybe eventually this can give me a chance to explain without tripping over both myself and my guilt. For all the times I gave Nic all kinds of Hell for her silly diary keeping and here I am espousing my feelings to the pages of a book that will never be read. Who?s laughing now? Oh well. It?s not like she?ll ever find out or anything. I?ll probably write in it twice, forget about it, and laugh when I find it down the line. It?ll make good kindling then.
It?s a new year. I think it will be the best one yet. No, I don?t think it. I KNOW it. Here?s to that.
C
Through the shuffle of Nicanora?s return to Rhydin, it had almost been lost to the fathomless depths of Christopher?s backpack. It wasn?t until she dumped the bag completely did she realize she had overlooked it before. Two leatherbound books, both wrapped in worn cords of the same leather that made up the covers, each making a neat X over the front and back before tucking tail against the spines. When stood up together, they were clearly marked in order; 1 and 2 in neat calligraphy that couldn?t have been Christopher?s handwriting. Nicanora investigated the first, since that made sense, you know. The second was tucked into her bedside drawer for safekeeping while the first was carefully unwound and opened for investigation. Inside the front cover, Chris?s telltale scrawl was just barely legible for even Nicanora, who?d had almost two decades to learn how to decipher it.
PRIVATE
Property of Christopher Vincente Altatorre
PRIVATE
Within, page after page after page was filled with lengthy writings and doodles, some dated, some not. Nicanora stopped at random to examine them. She thought they would break her heart. Instead she found peace in his words and insights, almost able to hear his voice as she read. Little pieces of Christopher, all tucked neatly into two little journals. It was all too easy to get lost in reading them. A few in particular stuck with her as she read?
2 enero ?15
A new year, a new me. I?ve never been much for resolutions but after everything as of late, I think it?s as good of a reason as any to try one out. Nica would be absolutely appalled that I am keeping a journal, she would make fun of me so hard, but I think putting my thoughts here is better for the both of us. For all that I?ve always been able to tell her everything, I?ve at last reached the point where I don?t think that I can. For some things at least. It weighs on me, yes it does. But it is for her benefit as much as it is mine.
Last month, we undertook a case of a warlock gone off the deep end. Me, Nic, Daniel and Dia, and the other. Normally this wouldn?t have been an issue. We?ve worked fairly well together in the past. But Dia said she and Silvano got into it beforehand. He thinks there?s something between us. There is, of course, but she denied it. It does not bode well to go into probable fight while half-cocked mentally. That he has only just caught on really surprises me. I thought he was smarter than that.
Nica picked up on it too. I?ve tried so many times to tell her what I?ve done but the words never come. Parabatai or no, she has this image of me as this pure, faultless saint. As if I would never betray someone like that. For the longest time I thought she might be right. But Lidia, there?s something about her that I couldn?t keep myself away from no matter how hard I tried. Under better circumstances, I think that Nicanora would find us to be a good match but I think she would at the very least be disappointed in me if she knew now. Of all the people in this world, she is the last that I would wish to disappoint.
So in hopes of assuaging my guilt, I?m going to write it down here instead of bottling it up. I?ve always expressed myself better in written word than spoken so maybe eventually this can give me a chance to explain without tripping over both myself and my guilt. For all the times I gave Nic all kinds of Hell for her silly diary keeping and here I am espousing my feelings to the pages of a book that will never be read. Who?s laughing now? Oh well. It?s not like she?ll ever find out or anything. I?ll probably write in it twice, forget about it, and laugh when I find it down the line. It?ll make good kindling then.
It?s a new year. I think it will be the best one yet. No, I don?t think it. I KNOW it. Here?s to that.
C