Diary Entry
Three women; a gatekeeper, an innocent and a prisoner.
I need the first to release the third, if such can be done. I warned the second, let's see if she takes heed. I cannot find the third, the mirror holds her.
Fearing for the third, I sought the first. All worlds have doors into them, the first assured me. It is a question of finding the door one needs to the world they seek. She will speak to him, I cannot. Instead I shall speak to the other who played a part in her freedom. Jibril's efforts may not be enough to keep me from finding myself owing payment. What price would be demanded of me? What would a gatekeeper ask?
Having left the first, I discovered the second. Naive? Yes. Innocent? Yes. Protected? To a degree. Is she safe? No. In this place, danger lurks ever constant. Upper City shines and gems like that are allowed to glitter, polished so brightly. Oh to have discovered a jewel like that in the Lower City and to shatter it.
Whilst performing my civic duty for the second, the third became trapped. I shouldn't have let her slip through my grasp so easily. Fear slammed a wall down into place and separated us. Ironic that in my mind I carried her taunts about discovering innocence. Jibril's house, my house, so empty without him is barren without her. If I must smash every mirror in existance to return her to me, I will. She will not have to wait another hundred years for me to find her.
I must embrace my father's secret and accept its power.