I can barely keep my eyes open, but I have to write this down. I'm afraid of what will happen if I don't.
My name is Ceric. I am 17 years old. I will be 18 in a few weeks.
I grew up in Tûrsk. I was good and kind.
I am an orphan. My two best friends are dead.
I met a mermaid. I travelled with a group of heroes.
We tried to save the world. I have become a monster instead.
I killed someone. I killed a lot people. But I don't remember doing it.
These things I know are true. I have to write them down because I'm afraid that I'm going to forget them.
I'm so tired, but I'm so scared to go to sleep. Every time I do I wake up with blood on my hands and my face. Every time I let my guard down I become... something else. And it's building. I can't tell them, but it's getting stronger - this animal inside me. It's swallowing me up. I have to fight it but I don't know how.
I don't know how to not be a Dread Wolf. I'm forgetting how to be a person.
It's late. I can't fight the darkness anymore. I'm barely finishing this journal. I know that I'm going to sink into sleep soon. But this I also know:
When I wake I will be a little less.