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Xanthira's Journal; Memories and Keepsakes of the past.
Topic Started: Dec 28 2013, 09:52 AM (171 Views)
Xanthira

Dear Journal;
If it is all at possible I have managed to find a knight in this day and age. At first I thought he worked for the guy that I was taking the painting from but after everything that happened I know for a fact he is as chivalrous as they come. Mr. White Knight, oh how I truly knew who you were. I know we could never actually work it out together, but it never hurts to try. A thief and I’m pretty sure she’s a spy or some kind of international person of importance. From dealing with Venice Police he didn’t seem to work with the, but they seemed to know him quite well.

Even after his rescue I’m still fuming about the Golden’s betrayal. Maybe if they would have told me the truth I would have been able to get through this ordeal better. The weight of the painting and my careful calculations always play an importance in my entrance and escape routes. The weight of the painting messed everything up. If all they wanted was the plates they could have said something. I could have easily been in and out of their without a problem. I could have left that overweight piece of fake art behind. Oh that is something else I’m fuming about too. How many times has Landell emphasized to look over the object I’m stealing to make sure it’s real. I can’t believe I was stupid to fall for that obvious fake. An in the process I got shot over it.

Though with Mr. Knight to the rescue everything seemed to turn out fine. More death added to the associations with me. I know I never killed them, but it still feels like I did. I know they were trying to kill us and that’s why Mr. Knight did what he did, but I still can’t help but feel like it was hands that pulled the trigger. I don’t understand why I can’t kill someone. It would, as Landell put it, make things so much easier. Many people lose their lives because I can’t pull that trigger, and in the end I still can’t. It’s upsetting just as much as having to watch another cute guy leave my company and return to his work. I could never follow him, and I know my feelings are only because he saved me. But he was sweet, and there aren’t many people like that left in this world and the only ones I know end up dead. Well time to put this away and deal with other matters at hand, and one being the poachers on my property.

Until Next Time

Xanthira
 
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