Rogue Wizard’s Journal – December 25th, 2019
Christmas doesn’t mean as much to me anymore other than there are memories of family times I miss. Now there will not be any more of them and that makes me sad. I have been on the run now for a couple months and finally, I have found a safe house of sorts. In that respect, it has been a good Christmas, No Christmas ‘miracle’ of the girls showing up and making my life joyful again. I did buy them presents but they will get them when I see them.
I didn’t leave that first week but it became clear that the girls were right. If I would be seen with them then the whole gift Elpis had given me would be lost. I had to go underground alone and that bothered me. I have been alone before and even though I know that two women love me, I know that means depression and a few low moments mentally and emotionally.
Today as I sit by the fire in a cabin in the woods in Wisconsin, I am reminded of how alone I am, but this place looks to have been abandoned a long time ago and has a magical aura. I was literally able to buy the cabin and the property it is on for five hundred bucks.
It has one main room which serves as bedroom, kitchen and office space for me with a big reading chair in the corner. The other room is a three-quarter bath with shower, toilet, and sink. That room also serves as the utility room as the water heater. electrical box and small furnace are all in it as well. Cozy, but I don’t need any more than this and the fireplace by my reading chair is a magical one so a little spell and poof, warm for the entire evening.
The town nearby is very small but has a Dollar General and a grocery store. I had a guy install wifi in the place but he looked like he was about to jump out of his skin. Something about this place keeps people away, but for me it is safe. My bank account is full and I can live minimally like I am for at least ten years. Hopefully, the war will be over before then.
This is still a werewolf country and I keep Nevermore out and keeping watch all the time now. With the town nearby, I am fast about to become the eccentric wizard who lives on the edge of town and who people avoid when he goes to town. I even dress the part now with a flowing cloak and hood and grey clothes that look more out of Dungeons and Dragons than the modern-day. I spend most of my days reading and studying my art. I wait. The small table serves well enough for a place to write and set up my lab from time to time.
My use of magic is brief and low powered. I don’t want to attract attention so I just keep to myself and mind my own business. I do miss the girls and I don’t know when I will see them again.
Well, I needed to update this journal. it has been a long couple of months, but I have found my safe place. I just wish it wasn’t so lonely.
I hear news of the war through my internet connection and computer. It isn’t going well for either side if you ask me. The casualties are high on both sides. I worry that the magical world will be so diminished when it is over.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.