Sister Lorina's Diary [Fourth Edition]

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Lorina sits at her tiny writing desk in her tiny room, scribbling away on various sheets of paper. The candle in her candle holder burned low, its dish overflowing with wax. Outside, the stars twinkled above a calm ocean.

 

Soon, this would be the site of a new convent. Her convent! 

Neero would be outside her room, leaning on the wall seeming to wait. He rest his eyes, in deep thought what can happen next.

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That evening, Lorina took a candle from her altar and ventured out onto the beach. The soft, white sand crunched under her tidy, black boots. She knelt at the edge of the water. Tearing a page from her diary, she folded it carefully into the shape of a boat. Very delicately, she placed the candle inside the paper hull.

 

"May your soul find its way into God's arms," she whispers, setting the boat afloat on the tide. 

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Lorina smiles as she scribbles down a drawing of her new convent building. It would be bigger! Better!

 

It would have ONION DOMES!

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Lorina sighs over her plans for the new convent. In her mind, she ran through a list of places she could build it.

 

Would anyone sponsor such an ambitious project, especially in the midst of a war?

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As Lorina enters her office, she would notice a teddy bear with a note on it.

 

"Aunt Lorina, Its been a few days and I wish to speak to you on this. I hope you like the gift I made you, I know you are worried about Uncle Jace. I do too and miss him, but I am sure he will be fine. I know he will be happy what you have done lately and maybe we can all have a picnic. I am always here for you Aunty Lorina, sorry that I have been a downer lately. We can talk on it hopefully.

 

-Love Neero " 

[Urahra 5777]

Tears flow from Lorina's cheeks as she grips her golden Lorraine cross and utters a prayer up to the Seven Skies.

 

"If you can protect one person, protect my Lilya."

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Lorina sets her pen aside and gazes down at the plump, sleeping child in her arms. She rocked the bundle gently back and forth as a few tears slid down her cheeks. 

 

Roy, the last of the Sarkozics.

 

Just as she was the last of the Carrions.

 

"We are kindred spirits, it seems," she whispers, leaning down to kiss the babe on his forehead.

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An aged and crinkled note is to be sent off to Lorina, reading,

 

Dearest Aunt,

 

I have the slightest idea of where to turn to. I have sinned beyond beliefs and now I an alone. Adria is destroyed and decay falls everywhere. Most of my siblings are in hiding or flat out dead. Most of us are being hunted and killed after our sad defeat in the war. Of all people I have come to you, in hopes of open arms. I wish to join the nunery. It is far too late for I to marry and hide the dangerous title I hold in my last name. I know the last time we had spoken was ages ago, before we most likely even came to this new land, but I ask you this one time. To please help me, I do not want to die.

 

Sincerly,

Adeline Sarkozic

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Lorina cradles the newborn in her arms, her face swollen from crying. "In another life, you might have been my child," she whispers hoarsely. "But I suppose it was never truly possible."

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Lorina sighs deeply. She turns to look at the portrait of Tuvya hanging on the wall near her desk.

"I wonder what you would think of me now," she asks the portrait. "Is it possible to be proud of a daughter who let your bloodline die?"

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Lorina balances baby Andrik on one knee and her open diary on the other. Together, they sit on the patch of grassy land where her church once stood, overlooking the sea. "A grand new home, for all of St. Julia's Order," Lorina sighs happily. "Can you picture it, Andrik?"

Baby Andrik burps in response.

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Lorina wipes the ash off the window with a damp washcloth. She sighs softly, but not before coughing a little. "When will this awful weather pass?" she asks herself.

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Final entry.

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((Funny. I just checked and Lorina's diary is still in her inventory. Which means no one knows what she wrote!))

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The Metropoption prays for the lost nun, in hopes the Auditor's punishment is somewhat merciful.