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Yesterday started out uneventful, but certainly did not end that way. I was in the dining hall when I heard whispers that the man in black who was here three years ago was back. His name is Xaldin and he was extremely powerful, a match that was over my head. I still cannot believe I lost to him and his whirlwind lances.
It wasn't a particularly long fight, but he did end up knocking me unconscious, the bastard. I woke up hours later with a splitting headache. Cogsworth found me as he was making his rounds and the little puppy to which I had entrusted the care of the rose earlier in the battle fetched Belle. I'm now confined to my bed as I'm sore all over, still have a splitting headache that I'm sure is turning into a migraine - I have to have a concussion. There's no way I do not. - and my left arm is completely useless at the moment. He severed a muscle in my shoulder and it's now in a sling so it can heal. If I hadn't stopped when I did and extracted it as carefully as I did, it would have ripped my shoulder completely off. Instead, I'm left with an arm I can barely feel for all the alternate pain and numbness.
I should have been able to take care of myself. I trained for years to be able to deal with this kind of thing and yet when I'm faced with it for the first time in years, I falter, flail like a fish out of water, and am saved by the man's apparent laziness in killing me. Really, I almost would rather be dead than be faced with this kind of humility. I'm supposed to be protecting these people here, not the other way around. Belle isn't supposed to be watching over me like this. I came to help them and I take my job seriously, but I can't do my job if I'm tied up in bed because I failed it once. Though if I'm just going to end up failing it, why should I even be here? Maybe it would be best if I just let myself slip into the grand abyss...
Oh, Belle's back to change my bandage. I swear, even my magic reserves are leaving something to be desired lately. This thing should be healing faster than it is...
It wasn't a particularly long fight, but he did end up knocking me unconscious, the bastard. I woke up hours later with a splitting headache. Cogsworth found me as he was making his rounds and the little puppy to which I had entrusted the care of the rose earlier in the battle fetched Belle. I'm now confined to my bed as I'm sore all over, still have a splitting headache that I'm sure is turning into a migraine - I have to have a concussion. There's no way I do not. - and my left arm is completely useless at the moment. He severed a muscle in my shoulder and it's now in a sling so it can heal. If I hadn't stopped when I did and extracted it as carefully as I did, it would have ripped my shoulder completely off. Instead, I'm left with an arm I can barely feel for all the alternate pain and numbness.
I should have been able to take care of myself. I trained for years to be able to deal with this kind of thing and yet when I'm faced with it for the first time in years, I falter, flail like a fish out of water, and am saved by the man's apparent laziness in killing me. Really, I almost would rather be dead than be faced with this kind of humility. I'm supposed to be protecting these people here, not the other way around. Belle isn't supposed to be watching over me like this. I came to help them and I take my job seriously, but I can't do my job if I'm tied up in bed because I failed it once. Though if I'm just going to end up failing it, why should I even be here? Maybe it would be best if I just let myself slip into the grand abyss...
Oh, Belle's back to change my bandage. I swear, even my magic reserves are leaving something to be desired lately. This thing should be healing faster than it is...