This Journey has made it difficult to find time to write. We have fought many battles and seen many strange things, both wonderous and terrible. Death seems to stalk our party. I will write more about this later, but now with a brief respite from combat, I must record what I have just seen before the vision fades.

I was sitting off to the side of the bustling activity here at Trollbridge. The place resembles nothing more than an ant hill, with construction going on, bodies being dealt with and troops coming and going. The dead are piled everywhere, and those in charge are having a hard time burning the bodies due to the rain. The stench is overpowering. Anyway, I was watching Stephen going to and fro, singing, stopping to talk, place a hand on a shoulder, listening with concern to stories, and generally rendering what aid he could. I was feeling sad and helpless, I never seem to say the right thing in these situations, though I long to help.

Suddenly, I was aware of a form, a beautiful woman, floating in the air above the battlefield. Her wings and robes were like shadows, and her long dark hair floated around her, framing her pale face. Her black eyes sparkled enough to be seen in the twilight.

She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, and I broke out in tears at the sight of her, and sank to my knees. When my eyes cleared, she was gone.. but I sensed her presence and could feel a feathery touch across my cheek. I felt both afraid and comforted. Her wings were like a birds, with a delicate tracery almost like lace upon them. I felt that had I seen her more clearly, my heart would have burst. Such beauty is not meant for mortal eyes. She seemed to me the angel of death, ministering to those poor souls who were making their journey to the Creator. I am still trembling. I am not sure whether I shall share this vision with the others. It seems to me that they already look upon me as touched by the darkness. What would they think this dark angel's appearance means?

More later...