Journal The Dreamer

[Sybille]

An old looking brown leather notebook that seems to grow thicker and thicker with the years. Sybille had called it the Dreamer, because whenever she had those visions it always felt as if she was stuck in a dream and the visions were reality. It wasn't just any dream...This one has always shown itself since Egypt, as if they were glimpses to a past life of her own. Applauding her triumph as a Queen, weeping for her children...A world begging her to return, a King begging for his Queen to return...

Sybille sat down by her antique desk in her office, it was late at night. The flaming lands roared in her head again. She opened a drawer and pulled out the Dreamer, flipping the pages till she comes across a blank one. She took her feathered pen and dipped it in the inkbottle. She always loved those pens, it was nostalgic. She wrote this book in Latin in red ink...

Spoiler: ooc

I'll place the English translation in here. Cause apparently Google can translate English to Latin, but Latin to English with the same sentences becomes a WHOLE different text.

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

Innovabit ungula pulsat ad me, et ad meridiem et in flamma, quae excaecant red me. Et expandit super dolorem non cessat in hoste Victoria. ​

MMM annis et non est oblitus est mei. Somnia intendere, et incensum odoris inimici nunc audi vocem imperet fremitu aquae ferventis et gliscens per agmina ducit montes. Qui diu figuratum visiones et somnia ... Ratio autem quare, quo in infernum? Ad te non pertinent, nisi qui a creatura mundi evocandorum. Et ipsum timete, et ego novi ... Si mirari eius. Est ipsam visionem consulto felis. Responsio in me habet immortalibus forsitan, cur anomalia in genere humano?Ego sum hominis?

Spoiler: translation

The pounding of hooves deafens me and the red glow of flames blind me. He does not cease his conquest and spreads his anguish onto his enemy.

3000 years and he hasn't forgotten about me. The Dreams become more intense, I can now smell the burning flesh of his enemy, hear the roar in his commanding voice as he leads his armies through boiling waters and over smouldering mountains. I figured out for a long while that the dreams and visions are taking place in the Hell Dimension...But why? I have no connection to it except for summoning creatures from that world. I both fear him and admire him...Even though I have never seen his face. It's like the visions are deliberately avoiding that detail. Perhaps he holds the answer as to why I am Immortal, why I am an anomaly in the Human race? Am I human?

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

<a random page in Journal, the way she wrote this part is as if she was speaking directly to the man himself>

A umbra flaskit super eos. Illud tamen malum, et non timuerunt et non olet.

Ostende mihi visus respicit mea umbra filii, vigilantes eos ludere giggling et ipsos. Vereor ut eis obsit, si non timet, sed filii. Si pater agunt.

NO! Non es patre! Patrem non indigent! Ego istos, non te! Non opus est tibi, quia tu fecisti nobis sic abire! Et manere!

Ne illos a facie mea, et omnes reliqui.

Spoiler: Translation

A shadow hovers over them. It reeks of evil and yet they do not fear it.

My visions show me of a shadow that looks over my children, watching them, playing with them and giggling along with them. I fear that it might harm them, but the children are not afraid of it. They act as if it were their father.

<the word father is crossed out several times as if written in a panic>

NO! You are not their father! They don't need a father! I gave birth to them, not you! You weren't there for us when we needed you, so go away! And stay away!

Don't take them away from me, they're all I have left.

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

<A random page in Journal>

Rare tempus pacis. Ego video eum in solarium imminens regno suo. Hoc loco est quasi architectonica numquam visa sunt super terram. Omne quod spectat sicut et illud est non ornare ut terreret. Ille nunc prae quies quae est quasi in acie. Nescio metallum in nigra et armis.

Videns oculis, et tristis ... terebravisse. Im 'non certus si comam nutriat aut ignorat aut etiam color. Causa forte est, opinor veste longa gerens? Libet cogitare oppositum crinis meam. Long, rectum, et albi. Quantum longus homo est, quod facere potest, veste regia. Sed usque non potest videre faciem eius. Non, opinor, a me ... tamen visiones se abscondit.

Quid ita? An vereris? Ex me? An putas? Deformis es?

Rex nunquam deformis, et prohibere per latebras. Quid enim ego facio, in visione apparebo tibi? Lorem pars facta coma, quam de te? Cuius coloris sunt? Caeruleus, aut viridi brunneis fuat? Deinde fortasse non nimium diversus color a tellus. Red Quid? Red congrueret, maxime si in tenebris lucet. Vel maybe rhoncus! Quae cum ita sint risus? Etiam adjuves?

Pro, iam ego illum de phantasia. Donec occurramus, credo.

Spoiler: Translation

Rare moments of peace. I see him by a balcony overlooking his kingdom. The architecture of this place is like something I've never seen on Earth. Everything looks like it was made to intimidate instead of decorate. He's so calm now compared to what he's like on the battlefield. With armor made from a black metal I do not know of.

He looks bored...and sad. I'm not sure whether he has long hair or not, or what color even. I think long or maybe it's cause of the clothing he's wearing? I'd like to think his hair is opposite of mine. Long, straight and white. As far as I can make out is that he is a tall man, dressed as a royal. But still I can not see his face. I think it is not the visions that hide them from me...but himself.

Why is that? Are you afraid? Of me? Or yourself? Are you ugly?

A king is never ugly, so stop hiding. How about I make up an appearance for you? We've done the hair part, how about your eyes? What color are they? Blue, brown or green like mine? If you're not from Earth then you probably have a different color. How about red? Red would suit you, especially if it glows in the dark. Or maybe orange! How about your smile? Do you even smile?

Ugh, I'm already fantasizing about him. Until we meet, I suppose.

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

<A random page in journal. it's an old looking page, dating back to Ancient Greece>

Non poterat, et custodes venire. Et virtutem meam, et non dimittet, bis !!

Quamdiu nescio ... sum experrectus neque sub terra sunt anni. Omnia tegi pulvere et sordibus et humida est obscurum est. Si parum intendere, aures audire possum aquae quae circumdederunt me.

Tantum ea quae non memini. Vociferantibus Nunc ac satellitum a persequentibus templum postero ad me: Audivi vocem mussitantes, ... puto illum masculum et potens.

Memini et deglutitionis tremere temple. Neque tamen ab aqua irruerunt in domum illam, et nihil altius et profundius in profundo ... Quin me deficeret.

Quare necesse est?

Spoiler: Translation

The guards were coming and I had no choice. They will not take away my power twice!!

I woke up underground...I don't know how long or what year we are. Everything is covered in dust and dirt, it's dark and damp here. If I strain my ears I can faintly hear water surrounding me.

I don't remember much of what happened. One moment and yelling at the guards, chasing them away from the Temple, the next I heard a voice whispering to me, male and powerful...I think it was Him.

I remember the earth tremble and then swallowing the Temple. The water rushed by but did not enter the Temple, it went deeper and deeper into the depths...and then nothing. I must've fainted.

Why did He help?

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

<A recent page, smudged with a grey salve>


Vocatio vestra ego audivi. Ratio inferos invenire me in narration.

Neque in brachio meo plures uno inferno inveni elit.
Scis quis sum ego? Qui parens? Ego sum homo, an non?
Tot quaestiones habeo dicere.

Lorem ipsum ad - visiones somniorum perquire si phantasia. Causa quod de me.

Spoiler: translation

I heard your Call. Telling me to find you in the Hell Dimension.

It did one hell of a number on my arm but I found you anyway.
You know who I am? Who my parents were? Am I human or not?
I have so many questions to ask you.

Note to self - Must find out if dreams are visions or fantasy. Cause it confuses me.

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

Tricked by my own visions.

 

[Sybille Rousseau]

Dicunt enim, quod erit vobis in ruinam exaltatur. Certe, mea sunt. O quanta habui. Caecitate.

Immaculata mea, quondam tergum. Forma. Vastati!

Perditae per vires in infernales vestrum scabra tangat. Mutate mentis et corporis, et tamen conatus est. Sumptis rursum circumdabor pelle mea et iunctos vetat esse consolationem in loco. Debilitet, de die in diem.

Ut opinor, quasi gens, quae aegro vel arcu.

I pupa nunc vultus amo an senex. Sum, quod nunc in mundo mortali, ut simpliciter sanationis. Arreptisque infernum ubi desivit.

Spoiler: Translation

They say that Pride will be your downfall. It certainly was mine. Oh, how deep I have fallen. Blinded by it.

My once unblemished skin. My beauty. Ruined!

Ruined by the corroding energies of Hell. It tried to mutate my body and mind and failed. Taking comfort in wrecking my skin instead. Weakening day by day.

I guess that's what people must feel like when they're sick or have cancer.

I look like an aged doll now. But now that I'm back in the mortal world, the healing process should simply continue. Picking up where Hell left off.