Chapter 1 - Elora Day 2

It was so hard to sleep last night. I was just too nervous; but eventually I just couldn't stay awake any longer. I don't think Mommy got any sleep though. I think she stayed up all night.

I asked one of the demon's guarding our carriage where we were going when we came to a brief stop, but all he did was laugh and say. "Why should I tell an elf slave anything?"

A slave? Is that what I am now?

Oh gods, I was so scared I could barely stop shaking.

The only thing that stopped me from screaming was my mom. She held me close and whispered softly to me. "Shh... it's okay. I promise that no matter what we'll stay together. Nothing will separate that. That, I promise." Despite everything, I actually felt myself calming down. For a moment I felt like everything was going to be alright. At least these demons don't seem to care about my diary. I think they think it's funny that I bother doing it.

The meals they gave us to eat weren't very good either. For the most part all they gave us was stale bread, cheese, and water--and the bread and cheese weren't even very good. I mean, I know I said it was stale already, but beyond that it was like eating, well, wood bark. With every bite I needed to drink some water to help it go down. I miss the food back at our village so much. Dad knew how to make bread that smelled like lavender, and with the textures and fluffiness of small clouds.

At least they don't seem to want us to starve.