Hello there,
I am Sarra. I’ve decided to start writing down my thoughts here. I don’t know if anyone will ever read them, but if you do, welcome to my little corner of the world.
I’m twelve years old now. That’s not very old, I suppose, but it feels like I’ve lived through a hundred winters. My father, Alembert, is a mage—he says magic is in my blood, like it is in his. That’s why people look at me funny sometimes. I don’t think they know what to make of me, and sometimes, neither do I.
You see, the world I live in isn’t like the world you may know. Everything is strange and new, even though I’ve lived here my whole life. My thoughts are tangled up, like threads in a loom, and it feels good to untangle them. So, I’m going to try writing them down, and maybe I’ll find the answer to who I am or what I’m meant to be.
Now, I need to name this place where I’ll keep my thoughts. I’ve thought of a few names, but none feel quite right. Maybe The Heartlands Chronicle, for that’s where I live, and everything seems to start here. Or Reflections from the Edge, since I often feel as though I’m standing at the edge of something I cannot yet see.
I could call it Sarra’s Scrolls, though I don’t think I’m wise enough to write scrolls yet. Or perhaps The Silent Watcher—I do find myself watching the world more than I take part in it.
Between the Stars and Shadows sounds lovely, but I’m not sure what it means. And Writings from the Heart seems simple, but isn’t that what writing is supposed to be? From the heart, I mean.
Then again, A Queen’s Confession might suit me. It sounds grand, doesn’t it? But I’m no queen. Echoes of the Heartlands might be good, too—my thoughts, like whispers on the wind, traveling across this land.
Maybe The Ink of Truth is what I should call it. I do want to speak truth, though I’m not sure I know what that is yet. But sometimes, the truth is all that matters.
Perhaps Whispers on the Wind would work best. I think that’s what my words will be—whispers—light and quiet, but they’ll be carried, I hope, to places I cannot yet imagine.
I don’t know which name I will choose, but for now, I will write. I’ll see what comes to me as I go along.
— Sarra