From the Diaries of Princess Cassandra

Dear diary, 10th century

It was today that we set sail for Araulen from Skandanadia. It had been around two years since I had last seen my father, during the battle against Morgath and the Wargles. A year since I had been taken captive by seafaring pirates, the Skandandians. They are no longer pirates now though, their new ober-jarl, Erak, has seen to that. They are friends and allies now and Araluen will be glad to have them.

As we left the coast of Skadandia behind I almost felt sad, we had a mix of good and bad memories, mainly bad though, from the Skandandians land, but I was most excited for what laid ahead. It would be many days before we reached Araluen and I would have plenty of time to spend with Will, my traveling companion and friend since we had left Araluen for skandanadia. We were growing apart though, I could tell. Something had put a rift between us. More than ever now that he was heading home to his cabin in the woods with Halt and I was heading home to a castle and my father, with servets for my ever need.

The sea grows wilder now, so I will write again soon.

Princess Cassandra, Heir to the throne of Araluen