Must I really keep this diary? The monks used to argue that it’s the best way of organising the mind, but now it just feels a bit self-centered and futile. Who else would be interested in my thoughts? I am no longer a teenager with silly dreams of being famous so what is the point. Still, maybe the scale of the Oracle’s words, the prophecy and the mission ahead makes me want to record everything. An organised mind may come in handy. But an organised mind would also remember the dream last night and save from the silver, comforting light at the very end, I would really rather forget...
The walk to Estoria was defined by a rather amusing encounter with Phlon? I think it was Phlon… a rather amusing young centaur, part of the Scorpion tribe. He is now partner-less and quite drunk - whoever thought the relationship between the Scorpion centaurs and their riders was so much like human marriage. Gave me a good opportunity to practice some of my less destructive spells, like turning things blue. Even more amusing, I think Theo, behind the academic interest, is quite tempted to ride a centaur. Well, he may actually be able to reach my height then!
The rest of the day is coloured by a meeting with the god and king Pythor. Really, nothing to say, save for the fact that he is the incompetent fool I had heard him to be. Maybe drunkenness is a thing here up North… joking, I would have picked up on this on previous trips! He is pleading with us to help save his daughter Enora, who is to be sacrificed to Sydon on the full moon to ensure the Oath of Peace is maintained. But oaths are the bread and butter of a bureaucrat’s work, so I am sure we can find at least one loophole to save her. You see, Gods and Titans have never been great at writing water-tight official documents. But first, the Dragon Shrine, to drink from the Horn. The Horn which is gone… It feels like all the planets, island and monsters have aligned themselves to stop us. Why do I keep letting myself hope?
But first, let’s head to the pub for at least a few hours of merriment. And ‘blue’ seems to be the new black…