Date: The twenty-third day of the second month of the two thousand and ninth year.

Author: Rylie, Second Daughter to Nobleman Bernz, Loyal Knight to King Vetrik, in a foreign land.

Time: Ninth hour of the morning, almost the tenth.

Well, I saw that the blog was in need of an entry, and since Annebelle is currently unavailable, I decided to provide an entry myself.

I am amazed more and more each day of the witchcraft Ashley and everyone else in this land live in.  They claim it isn't witchcraft, but I haven't had one intelligent explaination of how voices come from a metal box or how there are people that are not there in another box, which they call a television.  Even this contraption I am entering this entry on, a computer as everyone calls it, has no natural explanation.  But, I have decided I must put up with it for the time being, though hopefully I shall return to my true land soon, though some of the things here are helpful.

Today Annebelle caught a few plastic figures alight, Dester was not pleased for they belonged to him, and not only did she completely melt them, she got the stuff all over his bed and nearly caught it on fire also.

Anyway, there is an update for the blog.  I must away now.

~Rylie