Anoor's Diaries

[By some virtue, Anoor began keeping a diary of his thoughts alongside notes of Velouree's hallucinations. This is a recent entry, the ink is still fresh.]

...and so it happened again. Going on about the Brand in a delirious state. I'm really starting to think that something else has gotten into Vel, that it's not just the excess magic. I know it sounds nutty, considering Balthazar's gone and Kralkatorrik is quite far away... but there's no telling what could be creeping into his head. 

Other than that, all is in order. It's 'Anoor this, Anoor that', as it's always been since the Rata Primus incident. I have to say it's nice to have him call my name a lot; though considering Vel's current condition, it's painful in equal measure. I don't like having him locked inside the house or Amnoon at best. Vel doesn't like it either, but I'm really scared of him wandering off. There's no telling what could happen then. The Forged are still running around or worse... the Brand's out there too. 

I've spoken to him a bit about this whole Brand thing. We've been trying to figure out where this... attraction of sorts comes from. Vel talks about the time he saw Kralkatorrik fly across Ascalon before his family moved out of Ebonhawke. That there's been like... like a pull ever since. I'm wondering if all that bloodstone he wore and tossed a month or so ago is finally making its effects known. That he's being drawn to dragon magic now. Vel shook his head at that. Maybe I should ask the Priory about this sometime. 

Vel recently said he saw a raven flock in one of his dreams. But he wasn't calm about it. Very upset, actually. Same reaction upon seeing a raven, HERE, in the Crystal Desert! Was weird enough to baffle me too. I can't help but to think back to that Norn friend of his. Korppi, I think it was. I wonder if something's happened to him.

But the hallucinations get violent sometimes too. I had to stash Vel's weapons away so he won't reach for them. Because of this I'm a little scared to leave the house, actually. He could sneak out anytime, then both of us are done for. One of the Preceptors once told me, with a sneer, that I'd die for a cause I see worthy. This might be just that cause. But I suppose protecting somebody you love is a worthy cause for anybody on this planet. Or maybe I'm just naive.

Vel convinced me to let him out of the house and help around the refugee camp tomorrow. I didn't have the heart to refuse. The will to help is a good trait as much as it is a bad one. For Vel it's practically a weakness. Any time something happens, he wants to go and resolve it. I have to remind him that occasionally it's best to sit out the heat and wait for somebody else to take care of it.

He spoke of seeing a ghost recently. It wasn't a hallucination or fever dream this time, though. I saw it too. A soft-looking old man, Vel made him out to be nice company. Seems like the man's an Ascalonian ghost, too. I found them playing with Vel's skimmer out by the water. I'm a bit less worried now, seeing that they might've gotten friendly. A friend besides me is likely just what Vel needs right now. I'm not particularly stable, either. This got to look strange from the outside. He's like a bird in a cage. But it's all I, we can do for now.