** this journal is nothing more than a run down exercise book found in a corner of am abandoned house, the pages yellow and wrinkly the writing in it with diffrent pens, just what has been around **

Entry 1
I do not know. This is my most used sentence right now and it really sucks. Just today I found this booklet in this filthy hole in some house nobody lives in and can write down a few words. Maybe that will help me to figure it all out one day.

I woke up a few days ago, at the edge of some street in the middle of trash bins on a dirty matress. I had no idea where I was or how I'd get there and confusing enough, I also did not know WHO I was. Nothing was on me, no money, no ID, just some clothes that did not look very pretty anymore but at least covered me. The only thing I found was a necklace with dog tags around my neck with a name on them: Athanna Vinard.

That name didn't ring a bell, but nothing did right now. I assumed that since I was wearing them that this is my name. So even if it isn't from now on I am Athanna.

In the distance I saw houses and I dragged myself to my feet, hungry and with a huge headache. A sign I passed on the long dreadful way called this place 'Hathian'. And that is where I still am.

I can say that I am not proud to have to find abandoned places to sleep or beg for a bit of work to do, so I can earn a few bucks for new clothes or something to eat. But the last couple of days it went rather well. So far I have not met any dark creatures of the night or anyone trying to harm me. Knocking on the rotten wood that, I think, was a table once.

Tomorrow is another day full of new things and surprises, so much for planning life.