The Jasper Memoirs
These thoughts are written in an old ratty notebook. The writing looks as if it was almost forced, almost as if it was physically hard to put the words onto paper. The style gives you a distinct feeling that the writer has gone to great lengths to put the real truth onto the paper. The ink color changes frequently, as if he could only write small pieces at a time without slipping back into his normal style of half truths and bold lies. Despite this though, if you read the brief clippings of text in order they do form a single story.
I couldn't tell my parents that I couldn't go back to Rowan Accademy. That would have made three schools in a year and a half. They just wouldn't understand. Besides, I really wanted to find Robin and they just wouldn't understand.
I started looking for her right away, it's too bad that none of my old friends from the school were able to help me out. I know some of them wanted to but the world seem to be working against me on this. I tried to find the other changelings that I had met before in Philly but I just couldn't seem to locate them. It seems not being able to find people is a common occurance in my life. I'd been living on the streets for a couple weeks by the time I gave up looking for them and turned my attention back to finding Robin. I gave it a real good try too, I searched for MONTHS. I was living on the street with hardly anything to eat and nowhere warm to sleep, but I was trying and that was all that mattered to me.
Well after all that searching I found her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was waiting for the local shelter to open for the afternoon so I could get some food and I saw her walking down the street. She had a couple bags, like she had just finished up some shopping, and she was headed towards me. I tried to talk to her, but she couldn't see that it was me. I was too happy to see her I guess and when I tried to hug her she started screaming for help. She didn't recognize me, had I really changed so much? I had to run when the police showed up.
I cried for weeks. Infact I almost died, or so I'm told. I hadn't eaten in eight days and I passed out. In my near delierium I hadn't noticed I was in Fairmount Park. I had been there before, it's where I started my Chrysalis. That seems like it was a different life ago. Too bad Greg wasn't the changeling to find me this time.
I was saved by a group calling themselves the true shadow court. I was forced to repay them for their "kindness". It started small; drug smuggling, scouting for their ravaging outings and that sort of thing. But soon they had me running weapons, COLD IRON weapons. I hardly cared, I was so hurt by Robin. But the weapons were a step too much. I had to get away. I tried running, but when they caught me they decided to teach me a lesson. They cut my arm up pretty good with their iron knives, it took all I had to hold on to who I really was, let alone the pain of all the cuts. It was nothing that really threated to kill either of my lives, but it was agony. I ran again, but this time I ran further.
I didn't stop until I hit the southern east coast either. There are tons of places to hide in South Carolina. I don't know what I'm going to do, I feel myself slipping closer to banality every day. I need a good old fashioned adventure to liven my spirits. You wouldn't know from looking at me today, but I keep holding on to the memory of fighting a dragon along side all of my friends...
I couldn't tell my parents that I couldn't go back to Rowan Accademy. That would have made three schools in a year and a half. They just wouldn't understand. Besides, I really wanted to find Robin and they just wouldn't understand.
I started looking for her right away, it's too bad that none of my old friends from the school were able to help me out. I know some of them wanted to but the world seem to be working against me on this. I tried to find the other changelings that I had met before in Philly but I just couldn't seem to locate them. It seems not being able to find people is a common occurance in my life. I'd been living on the streets for a couple weeks by the time I gave up looking for them and turned my attention back to finding Robin. I gave it a real good try too, I searched for MONTHS. I was living on the street with hardly anything to eat and nowhere warm to sleep, but I was trying and that was all that mattered to me.
Well after all that searching I found her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was waiting for the local shelter to open for the afternoon so I could get some food and I saw her walking down the street. She had a couple bags, like she had just finished up some shopping, and she was headed towards me. I tried to talk to her, but she couldn't see that it was me. I was too happy to see her I guess and when I tried to hug her she started screaming for help. She didn't recognize me, had I really changed so much? I had to run when the police showed up.
I cried for weeks. Infact I almost died, or so I'm told. I hadn't eaten in eight days and I passed out. In my near delierium I hadn't noticed I was in Fairmount Park. I had been there before, it's where I started my Chrysalis. That seems like it was a different life ago. Too bad Greg wasn't the changeling to find me this time.
I was saved by a group calling themselves the true shadow court. I was forced to repay them for their "kindness". It started small; drug smuggling, scouting for their ravaging outings and that sort of thing. But soon they had me running weapons, COLD IRON weapons. I hardly cared, I was so hurt by Robin. But the weapons were a step too much. I had to get away. I tried running, but when they caught me they decided to teach me a lesson. They cut my arm up pretty good with their iron knives, it took all I had to hold on to who I really was, let alone the pain of all the cuts. It was nothing that really threated to kill either of my lives, but it was agony. I ran again, but this time I ran further.
I didn't stop until I hit the southern east coast either. There are tons of places to hide in South Carolina. I don't know what I'm going to do, I feel myself slipping closer to banality every day. I need a good old fashioned adventure to liven my spirits. You wouldn't know from looking at me today, but I keep holding on to the memory of fighting a dragon along side all of my friends...