Dear journal, Today, I began my preparations for the upcoming fairy war. It’s still 10 days away, but I must be ready, always. I’ve learned that from my… past. It wasn’t pretty. *flashback* A shimmering sound echoed down the hallway, followed by a sharp scream, then a heavy thud. Another glimmering sound pierced the air, glass breaking, and a door creaked open. I heard footsteps approaching my room. My mom was a fairy, my dad, a human. I always thought I was fully human, but that moment shattered my beliefs. As my door creaked open, POOF! I vanished, and I heard the intruder in our home scream in agony. I didn’t understand what I had done, but he stumbled toward the door and… disappeared. I hurried to check on my parents, but it was too late. Scattered across the floor was a shattered potion bottle, hunter dust everywhere, and a broken window. Nothing remained of my mom but a fairy charm—her last trace, untouched by the hunters. My dad… There was nothing left of him at all. “How could they do this?! HOW!?” I cried out, my heart shattered. They took away my parents, leaving me to grapple with this unbearable loss. Why would they target them? It wasn’t even about the loot. it was pure murd3r… *Flashback ends* This is why I plan for everything. The world can be cruel, and you never know who might come for you. Every detail matters, and every moment counts. That's why, even ten years later, I am always prepared.
