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There are 12 months in a year.
The Months that have 31 Days are the 1st (Iris), 3rd (Memphi), 5th (Esman), 7th (Enik), 8th (Krept), 10th (Wonder), and 12th (Drifter) months.
Months that have 30 days are the 4th (Furrow), 6th (Proto), 9th (Kolzak), and 11th (Shaded) months.
The 2nd Month (Marinon) has the fewest number of days of the year, that number being 28, but every four years it gets an extra number added for the time in the year.
7 Days make up a Week, with there being 2 being dubbed weekends, and 5 being called weekdays.
The beginning weekend is called Rulday, with the five following weekdays being Mythday, Nepusday, Oraday, Trusday, Faloday, and the final weekend being Brizday.
If I don't know what the time of day it is, I'll go find the Sundial in the village to figure it out.
Note: Stop asking me, Emmalyn, questions that don't apply to the village you're in, or where to find something in my home/library, you can read and write just fine, so look for the information you want to know about other things in my shelves, or better yet, go talk to the other villagers for the answers to your menial questions.
11th of Memophi
Oraday
Afternoon
Dear Diary,
My current and placeholder name is Aphmau.
I'm a woman who looks to be on the younger side of her adult years. My skin is soft but tan, my hair is reminiscent of a raven's feathers, and my eyes are like amber stones… At least that's what I've been told.
I was given this book and told to write down any important things I wish to remember about myself and the people around me.
-and also important events.
The current woman I'm under the wing of is named Emmalyn. She's the only Librarian in this village. Presently, I'm living under her roof until I remember my past, or until the village gets enough materials to help me build a house of my own.
My memory is not that good to begin with; I can't even fully recall how I came to be in this village. Supposedly, two guards here had found me wandering in the woods, bare of everything besides my undergarments and looking like I had been living in the wilderness for a very long time, and I acted like it, too.
I was told they had tried to reason with me, but I had run away from them, with them giving chase to me, leading me to run into the village and eventually being cornered in the Library. I then used Emmalyn as a hostage, probably a tactic to get them to leave me alone or let me go, if what I've been told is true, that is.
But that course of action didn't work out for me, since I suddenly passed out, and if it wasn't for how close I had Emmalyn, I would've likely been concussed worse than I already was. Or- wait… Did I have a concussion? One second, I need to ask Emmalyn.
Okay, so, according to her, I didn't get a concussion.
But I remember her talking to the head guard about me, I think maybe having one in the past, which is possibly why I have a difficult time remembering things.
Either way, if I did have one in the past, thankfully, I didn't have another one to make my already terrible memory worse than it is.
The people I've met so far are Emmalyn, the librarian I've already written about.
Rowan, the head guard of this village, and one of the guards who found and chased me. The other guard, whom I was told had initiated the chase, goes by the name Zenix.
I don't know how to feel about those two. Sure, they made sure I was safe after the whole chasing debacle, but if what I was told was true, then they found me, a young lady, wandering around in dirty, tattered clothes, probably delirious with fear, and decided the best course of action was to chase me when I had decided to run away from them…
I've only been here for a couple of days, and just from what I've been told about my experience, I have even started to question the legitimacy of these guards' stations, and have found it is a shared opinion among the other villagers.
Molly, the wife of a Guard named Dale, informed me that a lot of faith in the guards of this village has been lost since the last Lord's untimely death.
Rowan has been getting the majority of the village's ire, as he is the head guard and had been the closest to the Lord's family, but has not yet found the cause of the fire that burned the old lord's home to pieces, and is not willing to take up the mantle of being the lord to this village.
I don't really know if I can blame him for that last bit. Given what happened to the last Lord, I'm not sure anyone would be comfortable taking up that mantle of responsibility. Certainly not me if I can help it.
For the time being, I'll stay in this village- at least until I remember myself or Emmalyn gets tired of me and kicks me to the curb, then I'll have a whole new problem to figure out…
Right, I didn't write down how I met Molly.
She and a few other ladies live in this small house that Emmalyn calls a "Brothel House," though I think she's a bit off in her definitions.
Anyway, Molly had been one of the women to check on my well-being, asking if I was alright and apologizing for Rowan and Zenix's behavior towards me. She then informed me about the state of affairs of their village, Phoenix Drop, the name just now came to me, with the whole dead Lord, how rumors had spread from near and far about Lords, like theirs, dying mysteriously or going missing, and that their farm land has slowly been decaying away for some reason.
All to say that last tidbit of information has given me the creeps. Even now, I can feel goosebumps running up my arms.
The other, more personal stuff that Molly told me was her husband, Dale, having been in a continuous drunken stupor since the old lord's passing, not being able to do his job most days, and falling into the nearby well almost on a weekly, if not daily basis.
Supposedly, when he's drunk, he tends to be quite cheerful if not a bit goofy, but there are also times when he's just outright depressed. That's what Molly told me, anyway. The two of them also have a son named Brian, who's currently not here right now, and is off at a guards academy so he can become an official guard like his father.
He left for the academy a little while after the old lord's demise-
I seriously need to find out what the previous lord's name was
As he had noticed how other guards started to leave due to the village's declining state of affairs, he decided he'd rather be properly trained to protect his home than become a farmer like Molly. Nowadays, she rents out rooms in her home for travelers passing through and sleeps in a small house with the other ladies in the village, which isn't many.
While also making sure her husband doesn't keel over and die from alcohol poisoning or drowning in that well he keeps falling into.
It honestly seems like a lot to deal with.
Having a son off to train and be a guard to a crumbling village, a husband who is constantly drunk on a near-daily basis, and trying to make sure he doesn't die to his vices-
… It just sounds like a lot, and I don't know if I could handle all of that type of stress, personally, that is.
I kind of admire Molly for that, though. She's a hard-working woman and seems to love the people around her with her full heart, even those she doesn't know very well, like me.
I'm gonna leave this entry at that. I want to get something to eat before going to sleep, but I can't do that if I keep writing in this book all night.
Write here later,
Good Night.