Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I scream, no doubt some poor innocent passer by will have heard it and the rumours will begin in that hellhole of city

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I scream, no doubt some poor innocent passer by will have heard it and the rumours will begin in that hellhole of city. ‘Lord Ashryver has finally lost it, thank god for that’ they’ll say ‘I never liked him anyway’.

Ha no, you thought wrong you stupid fools! For you see I the infamous cynic, Lord Danikel Ashryver’s sanity lives on although slightly frayed at the edges due to this god awful cliché of a book. I blame that stupid whore Tessaflior (or Tessa but I do so prefer Tessaflior mainly because it angers her so) she after all gave it me probably to vex me but then again I do call her Tessaflior and various other things all the time mmmmm?

Anywho my dearest diary, wait I can’t say that, that’s more cliché than this stupid book. I know! I will call you my memoirs that will I’m sure allow me to be slightly cliché perhaps?

Now then some background perhaps: Set in the mystical world of Nian, the mighty and Great Lord Ashryver, one of the most powerful and magical beings in the world, sits in his carriage on his way to seek fame and fortune in the mighty city of Krashnak.

Well that was fun, now then peoples who will read this in the future I am not entirely mad, self centred and crazy. In fact sadly I am none of these things I am quiet, an ever hopeful dreamer and optimist and I certainly do not scream randomly and sadly I absolutely love cliché. Sad isn’t it?

And so I sit in this rather drab and dull carriage, getting jolted this way and that, the smell of fresh manure smashing its way through my nostrils as I die a slow death on the way to some horrible fancy ball held in honour of the most arrogant bastard in all the known worlds.

Now its not that I don’t like these fancy balls in fact I’m filled with and overwhelming sense of pride every time I’m invited to one but the hours of silent snickering and laughing at my mediocre magical abilities, my poor fighting skills, my inability to talk to anyone without some form of embarrassment. In whole I am as that book from the far away world of Earth said ‘a geek’.

Much to the horror of my dear old papa and mama or mother and farther as I must call them, those names are reserved fro my sister, Rose Ashryver, the complete opposite of myself and best friend of Tessa, who by the way has never spoken to me in my entire life and most certainly would never lend me a book however cliché.

So you see I’m not much, certainly not the protagonist that you would be expecting, but alas do not fear for I’m sure I will prevail and make lots of friends and my father will look down on me with pride as I beat everyone in the tournament (yes there is one, how cliché, how I love it haha).

Now I’m afraid I must bid you adieu until further notice, old chap, old buddy, old pal. I’ve always wanted to say that even though I’ll probably never say it in real life.

Well, I know its shit and random but constructive criticisms or anything please

-I don’t know how long the next chapter will take but I will try.