Day Thirteen
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I woke up to the sound of boots stomping. Today, I awaken to a lyrical voice.
“Calllllaaaaaa!”
Turns out, it’s an elf warrior named Captain Solei. She leads the more than one thousand troops hanging out around my tree. For an elf, she’s got a powerful set of lungs.
Eventually, Jolly made an appearance to shut her up. “Calla will be down in a minute. Now get off my moss.”
I get ready extra fast. Once I finish breakfast—a final meal of galla root, naturally—all that remains is a lot of hugging and crying with Poppa and Muti.
“We shall miss you,” says Poppa.
“Write to us from your enchanted prison,” adds Muti. “If that’s even possible.”
“Of course, I will.” I tighten our hug. Poppa and Muti always smell like old scrolls and new mold. I’ll miss that
