:Many of the following entries have been ripped clean away, or scratched out so brutally that the words are indecipherable. The next readable entry is more than a year later.::

I keep wondering where the memories went. They did not vanish, but after residual traces fled from me, I do not have the energy or inclination to chase them. It was rash of me, I suppose, to ruin so much of my journal, but perhaps it is for the best that I never recall what I was.

They call me Kei Lun. I used to rage against this name, but now, I find it sadly fitting. The Horned Beast.

The sheer ineptitude I display for magic and healing was accepted, in the end. I am... content to be left alone at last, to nurture the small plot of land Tsun owns, to work in his gardens and to care for his meager stable.

In my spare time, I have since begun to learn the ways of one of the locals here, although he, like myself, is not truly local. He calls himself a Beast Master... Perhaps this will allow me to be of further use to the people who shelter me.