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Written by Gertrud Kirshol

Estimated Date of Entry: January 5th, 1531

Dear Diary,

It's been a day since our exile from the kingdom. We're in the wilderness after being given a carriage and tools and provisions by the kingdom. As thankful as I am that we weren't executed, I'm also afraid. There's no knights to guide us, we're on our own.

Back in the castle dungeon, we had been practicing to walk again and to hold things. It was pretty difficult, seeing that our arms and legs are larger than what we are used to. Mother was pretty happy about it though.

"I get to teach my little boy Elijah all over again." she said.

From that point, we were made an example of in front of the people of Alzarin. Never had I had so many eyes on me at once. They all felt...distant to me, like they're watching me from afar even though they practically surrounded our carriage. Even my friends looked at me like they didn't know me. Though I guess that's true because I'm a cursed doll now. The king made his speech in front of us and we listened. He says it's not our fault that we are cursed, but the king cannot deny the chance that God may have cursed us for a reason. He claims that the star that destroyed our home is perhaps a test given by God to test our faith and that perhaps we have violated that faith and are thus cursed.

I'd claim and say that untrue if it wasn't the king that was giving the speech. We all go to church on Sunday, just like everyone else. My mother stopped me, and looking back, I think I understand. We’re being made an example of, there’s no need to argue and cause a commotion. Especially in the face of the king. So we took it, and it was pretty humiliating. To be ousted by the king himself, in front of all of the people of Alzarin, is embarrassing beyond belief. However, if there's anything to gain from all of this, a capital royal approached us and had given me my journal back. I was so relieved to know that it survived our home being destroyed.

That's how I'm still writing in this journal today. As of right now we are still in the wilderness, and it's in the middle of the night and we made a fire. Despite being cursed dolls we are able to feel the warmth of the fire and the feeling of hugging one another. It really feels different. We don't have our own warmth but we can feel how encompassing our bodies are. It really feels comforting. And tonight I've learned a thing or two about our new selves.

One thing's for sure: We don't need food. We haven't eaten since the dungeon. I think the human guards thought they could starve us. But it seems that we have no longer the need for food.

Another thing: We can still eat. I've seen Elijah go through five rations without even hesitating. We had to stop him from eating all of it.

I am going to stop writing for now. I will continue my thoughts tomorrow. Even with these new bodies we tire and thus need sleep. If God cursed us for a purpose, I hope our fate will set us free. And most of all, I hope he still answers our prayers.

Estimated Date of Entry: January 9th, 1531

When I woke up I saw Mother Stitching up Father's tears of his strings and stuffing in cotton. I also noticed blood on his hands and feet. I asked what happened since our exile had not been plagued with nature and her cruel tricks as of late. Mother said that a pack of wolves had attacked last night and Father had defended us. From what Mother told me, Father had managed to slaughter at least five before the rest ran away. I admit that such a feat is unheard of in Alzarin. A dozen wolves on the hunt for a family and one man alone taking them on and surviving? If I was not a cursed doll I would have not believed such a thing happened.

And yet...Father did the very same thing. The kind of victories heard in stories told by friends. Mother went into detail how no normal man would've taken the kind of beating Father just went through and lived to tell the tale. She sounded worried and openly told me she fears the kind of power we have within us. But Father? He's really happy that he has the strength to protect our family. The kind of strength heard in fairytales. Mother scolded him for taking the curse so lightly, but I saw that she's grateful for it too.

And the best thing today is that the Lord has blessed us. After days of travel, we finally found a nice lot of land to call our own. Father immediately went to chopping trees. He is faster than before and it is amazing to see how the trees fall in only a few swings of the axe. Mother gave herself the job to look for berries for food. And me? I'm going to look over Elijah for a while.