A Tale of Stars and Darkness


Today was a day of driving I usually love to drive but when it is in a truck full of people it seems to take forever. I got to do some sanding on the truck. Justin asked me to teach him how to sand the truck so he can help me out. I wasn’t to sure about it at first but he seems to be picking up quickly and is tougher than he looks.

More driving! I hope we get there soon my muscles are going to get soft with all this sitting. Justin finished my journal I will start writing in it when we finally get done with this slow road trip.

Wahahahahah hehehehe I think that there is no end to this trip.

Anna 2/19/1964

My day had started with a killer hangover and threats of girly clothes. I should have known then that it was going to be an interesting day.

We all had breakfast and talked about going to the mountain to train but it felt like Wendy was off about me. So I went down to work on the truck. Got the engine tuned to purr like a kitten.

By the time we made it to the top of the mountain my hangover had subsided quite nicely so I was able to focus on the task at hand. Control my fire and see if I can cast any other magic. The mountain top had a weird aura and I seem to be the only one quite sensitive to it.

The first thing was the magic casting and all Wendy could tell me was to think on it because we don’t know what I can do because no one has any insight to this power that I have that scares her. It is really hard to concentrate when you don’t know what it is supposed to be.

I think I irritated Wendy interjecting little tidbits and questions while she was working with Justin, who seems to have a nick for enchanting like me :).

I am going to find a way to enchant the truck so no one can hurt it, maybe make it fly and invisible! It will be the coolest truck ever!

We finally got around to working on me controlling my fire. For the exercises Wendy had Justin and I build SNOWMEN!!! It was the funest thing ever! We built 4 of them Rodrick somehow came up with carrots and a lot of yummy looking food. The first one I completely destroyed which I was not supposed to do somehow they wanted me to just melt the snow but nothing else. Then I heard a small voice from somewhere whisper something and bam got it just right. I was able to do it again, woot woot. We toast to my epicenes and Wendy pulls out a bottle of Vodka from Russia. I was almost moved to tears I insisted that we all have a new years toast to celebrate everything

As we where standing talking about food someone started talking about seeing something or someone in the woods. We all start looking around and finally spot it off in the distance. I suggest that I head off to investigate Rodrick argues that he should do it instead. I put my foot down and start out only to find him following me.

I turned out to be the spirit of the lake, I am getting used to all this talk of spirits and gods just not convinced my magic is tied to a god. He didn’t like my magic said it was too destructive. He said the god responsible for my powers was so old that their name had been forgotten before his time. NO HELP!

We feel a disturbance across the lake so he takes us there to check it out. It is some messenger for Rodrick’s god Odin. Who for some crazy reason want to test him or kill him not sure which. With the help of the spirit we kick its ass and look good doing it, I think. Rod got a spiffy armor necklace.

We returned to the truck and enjoy a lovely lunch. I noticed that many in the group write in these notebooks. I decide to ask Justin about it and I asked if he would make me one and he said yes!

We spend the night on the mountain and prepare for a road trip the next day.

Justin's Journal - Entry 4

I still can’t sleep.

Though… it doesn’t seem to be bothering me as much as I thought it might. I don’t feel particularly tired or fatigued. All I can really say about it is that there’s this sort of… buzzing in my mind that makes it harder to think properly. That alone makes me wish I could sleep.

I hope the others aren’t worrying about me too much. They have enough to worry about without me adding to that burden. I… suppose I should find some productive use of my sleeping time, if I can’t sleep.

We’re going to a place called Crater Lake. I’ve read about it before. Normally, I think I would be rather excited to see it, but I… just don’t really feel like it’s the best use of time. It makes me anxious, but I don’t have a choice.

There’s… something bothering me. I don’t feel… quite right, but I don’t know what it is.

We went up to Crater Lake. There was a lot of snow there. It’s still early in the year for the top of a mountain. The others had to practice their newly acquired magic skills. Wendy tried to tell me that I must also have some… sort of magic. I haven’t told her about my body healing, but I don’t really think of that as magic.

My thoughts are scattered right now… It’s hard to focus. Even my own journal doesn’t make sense to me right now, but I need to keep trying.

Right… The mountain… We made snowmen for Miss Anna to practice on. She did well. Mr. Rodrick somehow created food with his magic. That was very useful. He is a wonderful cook.

We met some sort of spirit that lived on the mountain. He was very kind, if a little shy at first. I managed to talk him into meeting with us.

A monster came out of some kind or portal. A huge, metal creature of some sort. Whatever summoned it, seemed to have some sort of interest in Mr. Rodrick. She made it sound like it was some kind of test for him. Maybe whatever being gives him magic wanted to make sure it made the right choice. Luckily, it seemed like he passed.

I’m happy for him. I really am.

Justin's Journal - Entry 3

I haven’t written in a few days, so I suppose I should… try and get my thoughts in order.

Mom died. They got her. I did… I tried to save her, but in the end, I couldn’t do a thing. I could never repay her for… everything she did for me. Now, I never will. Nor… will I ever learn for sure what secrets she was keeping from me. I know there were a fair few. I… can’t remember much from before we went on the run. I can’t remember anything clearly. I was too young for that. Then again, I sometimes wonder if that’s for the best.

I have to move forward on my own. I have to keep moving.

The others, Miss Wendy, Miss Anna and Mr. Rodrick, they came to my aid. I don’t want to trouble them further, but it seems that they won’t let me leave now. I could run, but I know that they’re just doing it because they worry about me. To be honest, I don’t think it’s me that they should be worried about.

My body has been acting strange since then. The injuries I took back then healed within an hour. I feel… something has changed in me, but I don’t know or understand what it is.

All I know, is that I want to make them pay for what they did to her.

We came to Portland. Miss Wendy asked me to help her construct her wall again. Luckily, I made some detailed notes before, so I was able to help. I admit, my heart wasn’t in it. I… haven’t been able to sleep very well since then. Every time I try, I hear her screaming as she died… I can only hope that the memory will fade with time.

We came up with a plan to infiltrate the Disciples’ stronghold here. I offered to be the one to do it. They objected, but they couldn’t argue with the fact that I was the most logical choice to play the part. I didn’t even have to tell them that I have practice with such things already.

They’re building an army of puppets. Unfortunately, we won’t be able to do anything about it.

After I did what I was supposed to, and more, we returned to the place we were staying, but we were attacked by Miss Anna’s bike. We destroyed it together, though Miss Anna did most of the work. She wasn’t happy about it. That’s for sure.

Yet, she used some kind of power, or magic. I have… a bad feeling about it.

In the end, we’re on the run once more. I wonder… will we ever be able to stop?

Rodrick Bjarnsson February 16, 1964

Well today was another chapter in what is now “normal” in my life.

We’re down in Portland now looking for information on these disciples. The best way to do that was to set Justin up as bait, (aka a Hobo), to be recruited for their cause. Ounce he was brought to their local “training facility” he did some snooping. Turns out they’ve been turning enough homeless people into puppets that they have an army of them, and this is just one city. I hate to think how vast there potential influence on the world will be.

When we got back to our hotel Ana’s motorcycle came to life and tried to kill her. Ignoring the fact it was a possessed maniacal machine of destructive intent, it was kind of humorous watching her cleave her bike in half with her sword covered in green and black flames. A week ago I would have thought I was seeing things, but now? Now I’m healing wounds with mere will power and disintegrating walking dead people, who am I to question her potential? Still, I do honestly sympathize for her loss of one of the few things she holds dear in life.

One thing’s for sure though, the new “normal” is infinitely more interesting.

Anna 2/18/64
Thought before bed

FUCK THE WORLLLD! ‘sob’ I kill her it was all me. With my own to hands I turned my baby into a pile of melted plastic and twisted metal.

I am going to fucking kill all of them they did this to her they killed her the DICIPLES will die.

I knew it was a bad idea when they let Baby Face go undercover.

The day started out ok we all got up around 1 ate lunch set up yada yada yada got crap done. I took the truck to get wood and the basic parts needed so I could get started on the truck before we made any long road trips. At the lumber yard I found some beautiful finished cedar planks to put n the bed of the truck. They had that lovely warm finish and so soft as wood goes but in the back the supports where a little rusty. I ran over to the hardware store and got a ton of different car buff papers and some paint and got to work. Wendy doesn’t know but I paid a few of the local boys that worked at the yard to help buff, so I was able to buff and paint the bed of the truck in a little over 2 hours. I picked black so the wood would stand out and show off its beauty. Next I picked up the engine parts at the local auto shop.

I think my next revamp will be the dashboard its all cracked and warn looking.

When I got back they had made the terrible dection and I could not talk them out of it so I buried myself in fixing up the engine while Rodrick walked (because he’s to big of a pansy to ride my bike) to the local army surplus and picked us up a couple metal plated vests.

We left at dusk and dropped the kid off. Then started the BOARING part we sat and sat and sat watching a rick on a string move wooo hoo! It took 3 fucking hours for them to take the bait stuck in the middle of Wendy and Rodrick in a truck that was not made for 3 people. AHHHH I sooo should have ridden my bike……..‘sob’ I should have brought her, she would be okay right now if I had taken better care of her. It is all my fault ‘sob’.

I am going to kill them all! The bastards touched my baby!

When they picked up Justin we followed to an old revamped office building and parked down the block a little. We began the WAIT, AGAIN!!!! I tried to busy myself with listening to the engine and figuring out what material to use on the dashboard.

I not a carpenter but to get a custom made metal dashboard might be hard maybe Mr. Blacksmith could do it?

Suddenly the rock on a string went from the office building to the docks? What the HELL? How? Then after a little bit it went right back I think this thing is broken of he is one fast moving mother fucker. When he came out I was happy to move to the back for some space and fresh air but I said it was to keep the kid warm hehe.

As we drove up to the Motel Justin pointed out that the lights on my bike where on. I Know I Turned Them Off! I jumped out of the truck and started heading over to see if there was any damage……..

It FUCKING moved on its own and started melting into claws and mutating into a monster and charged me with Furious revs of the engine. I was so shocked when it hit me I was not sure what to do and I kind of went into a sort of autopilot and proceeded to fight it. It would only be fitting for me to put her down, what she had become it would only be kind, if I let someone ..‘sob’…else…‘sob’…do it, that would be heartless. So I slashed at her with all my pain and anger. Flames leapt out of my blade, a kind of black hell flame ending in a green to yellow. It felt good but there was a pull with it. I did it again and again until she stopped.

CRY cry is all I can do she is gone never to go for a ride again. I am so sorry I will kill them all to avenge you! grr! The last 5 years where all I have had to love why do I lose what I love?

Мне нужно больше пить!


(I need more to drink!)


Anna 2/17/64
Thoughts before bed

We all awoke around 5pm and gathered in our room to decide where to go next. Rod and I both suggested finding the bastards and killing them. I suggested taking them out one by one but Wendy implied that was silly she can be a bitch sometimes. Rod suggested we find some and gather information so we can make a good attack plan. Whatever.

The closes gathering to us was south in Portland. We packed up got food and headed out. It was a 6 hour drive arriving in Portland around 1 in the morning. We bought some food from a local 24hr shop and got a room to set up base.

Its about 5 in the morning and I am just to tired maybe I will take a nap, and the others seem to be feeling the same.

Anna 2/16/64
Thoughts before bed

SOOO tired.

Today has been a day from hell I am not sure there is enough vodka in this world get me through it all. I hope the next two days are better.

First thing in the morning I too a ride out to Rods friends the blacksmith place and we hashed out a way to mount a sheath to my bike so I can travel with the Jovar without having it on my back all the time. It is sooooo sexy.

It all was going good got all of my calls done. Promised to come back from time to time to help with any fixing needing done. I was shocked at how many where happy for me to end my life of happiness at the shop to tie myself to a MAN. People are so weird. I have Mikey stopping once a month to check the mail and make sure no one has done anything to the shop. I would mail him checks for the help.

Wendy called right after I got my calling done, she has such timing, and asked me to come over for a quick stop to show me something.

Need to remind the ladies on the block not to throw me a wedding party I don’t want it.

Shortly after I got there Rodrick showed up so I did not get to do much with the truck but get a list of a few quick fixes it needed bad. She showed us how to hide things in plain sight make them “disappear”. It seemed easy enough so I gave it a try and it really was. Rodrick on the other hand seemed to be having a little trouble.

When he finally got we went inside to have some tea and talk about what to gather and make plans for the coming days.

Suddenly Wendy dropped something in the kitchen and all she can say is Justin is in trouble. I get the address out of her and I am gone on my bike as fast as I can go.

When I arrived the door was hanging ajar like someone had smashed the knob clean thru. I drew my sword from my bike and rushed in. There where 2 “puppets” I recognized them from the gang that hung out in the area of my shop but they looked real messed up, it was going to be fun kicking there asses. Then there was a guy in a nice suit that just didn’t fit and he was attacking Justin and someone behind him. I tried fighting my way through but Rodrick showed up and took care of the “puppets”, they went Poof. Justin used his whip and sliced the suit guy up into a ton a little bits WOW.

When all was done he ran to guard a body that was lying on the floor. The woman looked dead it must have been someone important. He was guarding it with his life. I approached slowly letting him know we just wanted to help and get him and her out before anyone else came. He finally let us help and fell into a catatonic state.

I took Justin to the truck and Rod wrapped the woman up and took her to the truck. we gathered what looked like things they had been packing and left.

When we got to Wendy’s she was waiting for us outside. we brought Justin and the woman inside and Rod and I left to get anything we need to leave a dusk.

At the shop all I needed was the bag of tools I had bee preparing and a few shirts pants and undergarments. I unhooked my coveralls from the wall and stuffed them into the top of the bag, threw on my leather jacket gave the shop one final check locked things up and drove off not looking back for it was too sad.

At dusk we headed out towards the coat so we could hive Justin’s mom a proper send off. The drive was wet and cold but that did not seem to faze any of us. (appon) arriving at the beach Rodrick and I began assembling a pyre to burn his mom. When all was ready Justin lit it and stood and watched the whole night threw just standing there.

When the fire burned itself out at dawn we packed up and headed for ocean shores to get some food and sleep, mmm sleep.

Anna 2/15/64
Thoughts before bed

I can not believe I am going to actually close the shop but I really don’t have a choice. When I woke up this morning I figured I would just talk to Wendy a bit drop off the kid and go on with my life but now everything has changed.

Today started like normal (well I guess nothing has really been normal since I met that woman) made breakfast for me and the kid, he seems to be doing good and didn’t asking any questions about my accent slips last night. Drove us to the meeting place afterwards.

I met the love of my life sitting in the parking spot of the apartment building we where meeting at. It looked like it has been through more than any one should have but I know I can bring her back to her full beauty and glory of the good old days. Her engine is in decient shape it is mostly body work. I knew at first glance it was love, me and the 1938 3/4 Ton Chevy Truck.

They pried me from my love to go inside to talk. Wendy goes over what was going on and what that dagger was. She told us more about magic and who she thinks we are and what that means. Wendy then tells us about the “Disciples” and what they are doing. She informs us that because we helped yesterday we may have become targets and us and the people close to us might be in danger. So in short if I don’t go I could end up getting Mikey killed for being my shop help and they could destroy my shop or worse find out about me.

I agree to join the group as long as she pays for me to fix up the truck (that beautiful work of metal and love) and to work for her so when I kill them all I can go back to my quite life again.

I need to remember to get all my calls done in the morning and tie up all the loose ends so when we leave in a few days I have something to come back to.

Justin's Journal - Entry 2

Things were tense at home today. Mother managed to get the truth about what happened out of me… I hate doing that to her. She never smiles when she’s worried and that makes me worry too. Why does it always have to be like this? I wish… I wish they would just leave us alone. What did we do to anyone?

Even if Mother never talks about it, I’m sure that it has something to do with me. That it’s my fault. I don’t know how but… I’m sure of it. Something must have happened before we started running. Something to make them chase us. I can’t remember what it was, but I know there was… something. I guess I was just too young to remember.

Sometimes, I wish I could remember. If I knew what happened, then maybe I could think of something to do about it. Find some way of fixing it so they’ll leave us alone, but… Mother insists that there’s nothing I could do and that things are better this way. I just hope she’s right.

I heard someone knocking at the door… I have a bad feeling about this. I should go check on Mother.


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