Jaden's journal, later, 30th Blossom, 801

(After lying in the darkness for about an hour, Jaden gets up, carefully, so as not to wake Lia. He goes back to his journal.)

I cannot sleep. Though my body is exhausted, my mind won't stop. Andarta's prophecy chills me to my very soul, and when I close my eyes, all I see are massive tentacles, reaching toward the party from every direction. I told my darling that the prophecy was only a vision of what might be, and that it could be overcome. I told her that my own vision was less dark, that I could see my unborn children in her eyes. That is so true, but is it just wishful thinking? Who are the Winged Foxes that they might hope to defeat pirates, insane wizards and the whole Ardanian church? There are but five of us, six counting my lady, against legion...

But somehow, I feel strong. As daunting as the task seems, for me, knowing that Lia waits at the end of the darkness gives me hope unexpected. I will fight on. I will come out at the end, with my comrades, and we will enter the gates of the guild in triumph. With God's help, with our friend's help, we will succeed against all odds.

(A light is in his eyes, a flame in his heart as he writes these words. He has something to live for now. He will fight on. He busies himself with final preparation's for the journey ahead.)