As I read through the pages last night, what I seen was nothing but symbols, but words were put in my mind. I did not understand what the symbols meant, only that they were claimed to be evil by the church. Prophecy had spoken of a lone man turned from the light, and into the darkness in this region. Suppose to use the powers of the nether to overthrow the king and to leave nothing but fire and corpses in his wake. My guess is that the old priest was he, and the church found out, so they obviously stopped the tales. As I sat there last night, I started hearing footsteps in and out of my house to where I became quite paranoid. I have heard them all day today, and can even feel them a time or two. I know I should be cleansing my house and reporting it to the church of its ungodliness, but I feel like I belong with it and it does with me. I can see things in the night, witches, or vampires, or the stories of the werebeasts that live within the mountains above the town. Though I hear, and see, and feel, I do not understand, but as I do not understand, I do not fear. It’s almost like they are there to protect me. Whatever “they” are, is another question. Good night.
Today I awoke with the church at the front door. Talk about a fright. I answered with a simple “Yes?” They responded asking me if I had sensed anything out of the ordinary, but before I could answer, the Arch bishop stopped everyone there and said, “We are late for a meeting. Come my brethren. Let us return to the castle and discuss our matters in private. Nikoli, do not bother coming to the church today. We have shut the doors to the public to keep the clergy from the plague. There will be a cleric in the town square every mid day.” They walked off with a feeling of blasphemy and fear about them. I am not sure what really happened, but I am sure that it is not the best of the world. I went also to help with the clean-up of the old church, but I had been replaced by the holy men of the new church. I do not know what to believe. Maybe sleep will help. Good night.
Today was spent in solitude. I no longer see my friends, I no longer see my neighbors, I no longer see religion. The light has failed me, I wander in darkness. The only light in my shack is the candlelight by which I write. All the books I owned are gone, my bed is inhabited by nightmares, and my days are spent watching those “holy men” outside my house watching me. We stare at each other sometimes for half the day on and off. My home is dark, but only because it is filled with shadows. Seeing these things have become almost normal for me. The bishops roam the streets writing down what I guess to be a death list. Anyone nearing death is forbidden to go anywhere near the church or approach any church official. As for the castle guard, they can’t so much as look at them for fear of getting the king sick. God forbid. Well, time for another restless night. Hope to see light in the morning. Farewell.