Ethril, Day 16;

Thursday, 13th hour of the day; It's been three days since my first experiment with the flasmix, the energy, I stumbled upon, and I must say that things have gone surprisingly well. Note, had gone well. It wasn't until recently I've felt a disturbing presence within my faer, my magic, like two bull rothe during mating season. I decided to take time to meditate.

While in my own mindscape it felt like I was suspended in an infinate vat of cold gelatin. Flavorless, odorless, void of anything save for my own presence, and that of something lurking in the shadows. Concentration only pulled fragments together, random bits of facts, surface thoughts, all of which were avoiding the source of my struggle. Within the pale light I gave I took my first step foward, everything after that became a blur.

Thursday, 20th hour of day; I can only recall one peice of detail when I awoke, but even then it taunted me, mocked me. It was that presence I felt at first, but it wasn't anything alien to me.

Now I have this feeeling somethings always behind me, Just right behind me, in my shadow, I turn my gaze in a mix of confusion, wonder, and paranoia, but I see nothing. The voice fades in and out, strongeest when that familiar queasy feeling in my gut is its strongest. This feeling from the flasmix continues to grow, I must find out what this presence is before fear once again consumes my life. By the gods and goddesses names, I will NOT regress to my old life, I ran from it for a reason.