Bellegere writes…
My dear heroine managed to take hold of a Chronicle (It’s just a fancier way of describing a big notebook.) As one who is not inclined to be exceptional in the written verse, she graciously offered this Chronicle to me, her goddess Bellegere, in hopes that, should her diary be misplaced (which she does often), her adventures and ‘heroic’ deeds will forever be immortalised through her goddess’ handwriting.
To write a brief history of my heroine — Cadwyl is the youngest daughter of Cydon and Freja. Unlike her gregarious and pleasantly smart sisters, Caddy (as I would like to call her) is nondescript, clumsy and a bit of a simpleton; a hopeless case to put it succinctly. She was never destined for anything great. Her parents left her to her own devices to pursue her own interests… unfortunately, aside from flirting, she really doesn’t have any. Unable to bear a human with no direction in life, the mighty overseer, The Reesrevo, decided to interfere (“Every human should have a purpose!”, he says) and to my great distress, had appointed me to Caddy’s cause.
And so a heroine was (re)born. Strangely enough, to watch over her day and night, and laugh myself senseless to see her trip a thousand times and stumble to another battle victory, I have become fond of her as one would become attached to a stupid animal.
I have discovered new things about her since she set out on her journey… she has a newfound likeness for beer; she likes to spend every penny on rusty equipment (she said it goes well with her skin tone – bah!); she is particularly obsessed to flirt with every object – living or otherwise – within touching distance. Shame it never goes well.
Occassionally I allow myself to peek through my heroine’s diaries. These particular entries caught my attention:
Mighty One, I am brave and strong, but not very smart. Save me from my own stupidity! Please accept 90 gold coins as my offering. (I admire her for admitting her own shortcomings.)
I feel like I’d be a better heroine if I had a personal theme song. My Goddess, please send a band of wandering minstrels to compose songs about my great deeds! (Strange. I thought that Glory of Love would encompass everything?)
I’ve been thinking, Mighty One. Is ‘Glory of Love!’ really such a good battle cry? Will it strike fear into the hearts of my enemies and comfort me on cold, lonely nights? (She certainly has a knack for complaining…)
Cadwyl’s comrades (aka the rivals for my heroine’s affection) now fallen…
Simba the Firefox; Woody the Dust Bunny; Nessie the zombie Biowolf; Pinky the zombie Double Dragon; Behemoth the zombie Alpha Centaur
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(12/08/2012) 05:57 Dearest diary, today was the day! I carefully laid the last brick, swept all the rooms, opened all windows to let your glorious light shine in. I can’t believe it, your temple is finally finished, my Lady! I feel delirious with happiness.
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(1/10/2013) 07:49 PM Cadwyl’s beloved sidekick Nessie reached the big 3-0 and I presented the loyal biowolf with his own medal. He was crestfallen when he realized it wasn’t food but just a big old pile of metal.