Disclaimer: The song used in this first chapter is Sarah Brightman's 'It's A Beautiful Day'.

Author's note: This story is written in journal form, the characters are writing in journals.

Sometime at dawn...

I followed her out to the clearing, staying hidden among the dark green plants where the forest meets the sand. She was singing while she walked slowly out on the sand close to the shore.

She sang:

"With every new day

Your promises fade away

It's a fine day to see

But the last day for me

It's a beautiful day..."

She sang as she turned towards the shore, her back to the forestry and me. "It's the last day for me..." She took something from out of her dress; I realized it was a knife. "It's a beautiful day..." She sang as she held the knife in a downwards position to her wrist.But before any damage was done, I lassoed her hand holding the knife and then stepped out of the clearing. Stopping her in her tracks. Like I had always done.

After a surprised gasp, she twisted her wrist holding the knife underneath the rope cutting herself free from my hold on her. She ran away from me, her long dark brown curls tagging along. I watched her run away, knowing that I could not stop her, again. I watched how her hair swayed in the wind, I admired how her blue eyes looked wide with fear, then daring as she had cut the rope.

I walked along the shoreline, following her footprints, remembering the time she used to sing in the glen. We were happy once, together. Yes, we were to be engaged, hell, we even loved each other. Most marriages were unhappy ones these days, they were setup marriages. After we escaped the plague, she disappeared and everything changed. I had watched as plague and famine washed over our once-beautiful country Hyacinthe. And then the fire...

Late morning...

Why had he tried to stop me? There is nothing left now, Hyacinthe is gone. He watched it burn too.

He keeps following me, this morning I had felt his presence when I was singing. I almost stopped to look once again in his brilliant green eyes, but I couldn't give myself that small comfort once again. I had tried to kill myself for Christs sake. I don't know why, sometimes I just want to end it all. This is too hard.

But I can't. I guess he reminded me that I have to save my people. The ones that survived. If any survived. Start a new life. I have to...or I will never have a sense of peace again...our magic will be lost forever. I am seeking song, seeking the magical songs of our ancient race. Where have they gone?