April 1, 2004

I'm not sure if I should say 'Dear Journal', or 'Dear Blog', or anything like that. Now I know what most elderly humans must feel like-- Hilliun brought me this thing (I think he called it a laptop?) a few weeks ago, but I just now figured out how to turn it on. I guess reading the manual would help, but...I honestly dislike touching paper for long. I can almost feel the blood (you would call it sap) that was spilt to make it, and how it would eventually go so wasted.

At least he showed me how to use the keyboard and get everything connected...but I don't see why he insisted on me keeping this 'blog'. Maybe he's just too worried about me not contacting him. I hardly understand why all of the other elves are bent on making sure that our kind stays alive. If the earth refuses to harbor us and protect us, then it means we are destined to die, right? As long as I can find him before I die, then I can at least die happily, I guess. If not a lot less angry.

I believe that this contraption, this computer, is inevitably a better way of documenting than paper. While the memory might be at vulnerability, it is made out of elements and ore rather than as much wood that would be wasted.

How exactly can I explain it? If they read this, then maybe they'll understand more. They're naturally very comprehending creatures in the first place, my friends, but perhaps if I explain myself....they'd come to a greater apprehension of why exactly I chase after that man so vehemently.

They already know this, but I don't believe any new readers would. So, greetings to any strangers who would like to become acquainted with me. My name is Ryhu, and I've come to learn that in my native language, it roughly translates into 'Love'. I am one of the last elves in the world, though I was the eight born son to the king and queen of a long destroyed kingdom. I'm about 5'8", though I do seem much taller due to the fact I'm quite thin. Yes, elves do have the stereotypical pointed ears, and we CAN be called 'tree-huggers', though if you could hear the trees talking as we can, I'm sure you'd understand.

I grew up in a home that had no mirrors, though I hardly believe the myths that vampires cannot see themselves in them. No...I'm sure he, being as sensitive about his nature as he was...did not want to see how he had changed from being a human. It was not until I began noticing my own reflection in lakes and streams surrounding that home that I knew I did not look anything like him. The ears, for one, yes, but I knew that from feeling them. My hair was a different colour (I have one blonde bang, but the rest is a very dark blue), though my eyes were the most unique. Though I'm sure I see just as normally as you do, they have a very distinct pupil-- rather than a circle, it's sort of like a spiral... But thankfully, they are blue as well. I'm sure I would stand out a considerable deal worse if the spiral was highlighted by...say, gold, or silver.

There now. We're semi-properly introduced, and politeness is the path to getting what you want, I've heard several of my pixie friends say. I guess it's a very popular proverb among their culture. Though to say bluntly, they're a very greedy sort of creature, they'll admit it as well; I can see how it has achieved it's fame.

As I've alluded to it more than once, I'm looking for a certain him. The vampire who raised me. If you've by chance met him recently, I'd be honored if you could contact me and tell me just where he was and where he might be headed, though I suppose you'd need his name for that...

Fine. Raift. His name is Raift Wrockwell. Happy? I said it. He's about 6'0", black hair, well built, and blue eyes. I guess he is, as well, the stereotypical vampire. He's extremely shy mannered though, and refuses to feed on the blood of humans or other cognitive species, or commit murder of any sort of creature. If you'd be so kind as to let me know where he's at, I'm sure to be in your eternal debt.

Why am I after him? ...Well, that ...That...Well, pardon my Greek Faylian, son of a West Hellion went off and quite rudely abandoned me. I'm sure this may make me sound stalker-like, though if you knew him quite well and knew the sort of things he is inclined to say, I'm sure you would agree with my pursuit.

Does this make you happy, Hilliun? I've posted in this blog thing. Though if that man ever manages to read this, I'll make sure that you suffer dearly for it!

Though I must say, I'm already plotting my revenge against you for that absurd 'April Fool's' joke you managed to humiliate me with.