Not Right
Dear Diary,
Today feels like I’m trapped in a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. Albert’s memory loss about our encounter with Barrel in the forest has left me feeling even more bewildered than before. How could he not remember? It’s as if our shared experience vanished into thin air, leaving me questioning my own sanity. Was it all just a figment of my imagination, or is there something deeper at play here?
As I grapple with these unsettling thoughts, Headmistress Morgana Ravenscroft’s visit to the medicodome only added to the sense of unease. Her words to Albert about not being “right” and Aric taking his place as the participant alongside Lilith raised more questions than answers. What did she mean by “not right”? And why the sudden change in plans for the magus meet? It all feels like pieces of a puzzle that refuse to fit together.
Albert’s insistence that something isn’t right only reinforces my suspicions. Is someone trying to manipulate us? And if so, for what purpose? I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to this than meets the eye. But for now, Albert’s request for me to be careful weighs heavily on my mind. Does he sense a threat lurking in the shadows, or is it just paranoia?
Despite my desire to stay by Albert’s side and offer him support, he urged me to go on with my day. So, reluctantly, I left him in the medicodome, surrounded by concerned faces and unanswered questions. It’s a strange feeling, being torn between wanting to help and feeling utterly powerless.
As I packed my things in Terravale Hall, preparing for who knows what lies ahead, I was startled by the sudden brightness of my fireplace and the eerie sound of someone’s voice. It was Headmistress Morgana, summoning me to her office.
Feeling a mix of fear and curiosity, I made my way to her office, unsure of what to expect. As I approached, I overheard her speaking to someone, but when I entered, she was alone, her expression tense yet composed. She offered me a cup of Feysap, a gesture that seemed strangely comforting in the midst of my unease.
Morgana’s questions about my past caught me off guard. Why was she so interested in my life before Luna Mount? I told her about my life in Berlin with my beloved Grand Maa Genevieve, and how I moved to Luna Mount with my parents after her passing. But her inquiries took a surprising turn when she asked about Marseille and the Ebonvales.
I shook my head, confirming that I had never been to Marseille and had no knowledge of the Ebonvales before coming to Luna Mount. Morgana’s response left me even more perplexed. She explained that she wanted to understand the perceptions of mundanes about the magical world. What did she mean by that? Was there more to her questions than met the eye?
Before I could dwell on it further, Morgana abruptly dismissed me, instructing me to meet Barrel. Confused by her cryptic behavior, I made my way to Barrel’s hut, where I found him in an emotional state, organizing his belongings with tears in his eyes.
Barrel’s outburst caught me off guard. He seemed to be carrying the weight of some unseen burden, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he expressed his grievances about the treatment of non-royals like himself. I felt a pang of guilt wash over me, realizing how little I truly understood about the struggles of others.
As I sit in Barrel’s hut now, contemplating the events of the day, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Morgana’s questions and Barrel’s emotions than meets the eye. What awaits me at Xenon tower, and what role do I play in this unfolding mystery? Only time will tell.
Yours in uncertainty,
Zoe
