9:29am
I’ve been in the forest about six months, and it really hasn’t been so bad. I’ve become acquainted with much of the wildlife in the forest and seemingly adopted by a unusually large family of silver squirrels, one of which being Artis, who was born a few days prior to my arrival. Having never seen a human before, I became a point of interest to her and there’s rarely a time when she’s not at my side. She’s actually on my shoulder as I write this, begging me to teach her how to write. I’m out of things to tell right now anyway, so until my next update, fare thee well!
Of all the gifts I ever expected to receive from anyone, a journal was most definitely at the top of the list. Being a princess, we’re normally encouraged to keep a journal, or diary, but the last thing I wanted was for someone to find it and know what I was thinking. But, Enya insists that I start keeping one, just so someone can read it a thousand or so years from now and know what it was like during my life. Gods willing, things are different by the time someone reads this.
I guess I should start off with who I am. My name is Princess Kala L’Coure of Harleson. Unlike most of the other princesses I knew, I wasn’t given l lessons in manners, nor what to do when you’re captured by a mythical beast. Rather, I was given lessons on how to defeat a mythical beast. My father, King Torin, rest his soul, wanted a daughter with a little common sense and some actual knowledge, rather than mere memorization of proper princess behavior. So, I was given classes that are normally reserved for princes; I learned swordplay and sorcery, how to cook and how to ride a horse, how to win a debate and how to accept defeat, and I loved every minute of it.
Besides the surrounding kingdoms, who believed my lessons were an outrage and should be stopped, the only real objection to them came from my stepmother, Marialina- my mother died shortly after I was born and Father remarried when I was five. Don’t get me wrong, Marialina wasn’t evil by any account. She was truly like a mother to me and I did love her very much. The only thing is, when my father said he had a daughter, she was expecting (and looking forward to) a traditional princess. Instead, she got me, who masqueraded around the house dressed as a pirate when I was bored. Of course she was disappointed, but she still did wonderful job of helping my father to raise me.
That pretty much explains why I ended up in the Enchanted Forest in the first place. My father died in battle when I was sixteen, aiding a friend in his war against the Ogres in South Bendlen. A few weeks after the funeral, Marialina brought in Princess tutors for me, so I might learn to be a proper princess. After all, I was sixteen and had not yet had any suitors, let alone be married. I knew she was just trying to help me, so I did the best I could in the classes. I actually did quite well, but in the end my stepmother couldn’t really take the Prince-ness out of the Princess. So, as far as she was concerned, there was only one way to get me married off to either royalty, or at least a noble woodcutter.
When I turned eighteen, she kicked me out of the house without any supplies (aka, weapons) and banished me from the kingdom…
…And I’ll have to finish this later. Artis seems to have eaten the wrong berries and needs help getting to the Pool of Pebbles.
Edit, 1:39PM: If I’ve told Artis once, I’ve told her a million times, do not eat the pink berries. Pink is the true color of evil and it’s only asking for trouble… anyway, back to the rest of my tale.
I was actually excited after Marialina banished me from Harleson. For the first time in my life, I was on my own, able to go anywhere I wanted. True, I’d never been a conventional princess, but that didn’t mean I was allowed to wander around unescorted. I was ready for adventure, ready to fight monsters and the like… though as it turned out, I got stuck in the Enchanted Forest.
From what I’d been told about the Enchanted Forest, it did a pretty good job of keeping people like myself out; by that I mean princesses that had been sent off by family members with hopes of them finding true love and happiness. Hey, even tomboys aren’t exempt from such things… at least I didn’t think so. But, not only did I get into the forest, I haven’t been able to get out. Which leaves me to believe that either the forest seems to think I belong here (for whatever reason that might be), or someone is having a good deal of fun at my expense.
I feel: 
happy
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