Well and good plus high regards from the front. It is and has been quite a long time since I have had time to sit down a journal. much has transpired. also my dear one sweet Helen of Troy has gone and spoiled me rotten. we get along so great. seriously our love has grown so much stronger. each time I fear she has woken up and became aware as If I were not sane. time has been seen me by such wild times.

It is good and well that my prince is still keeping me on as his Knighted docktor of Trust. with lighted hearty laughs I take in my smoke like a nice peace pipe.

As time goes on I move further and further from that war that blasted trench. it still hold scars from those many battles and still hold nightmares in the deepest of my nights. In my darkest moment I feared lost then the king charged into battle and rescued us from shear defeat. we battled various beings of pure darkness and used our good light to destroy the enemies of our friendship and unity.

I am on loan from my regiment and I use all i can to do good as much as I can. despite my dark days I return to the prince and hope that my mind does not leave me any more. the wounds i endured in the war have been recovering and in time I hope to be more myself. without fear good things will come i have heard of a Storm approaching...