I never thought I'd write from this person's POV; As long as you know it's a Slayers fic, it's obvious who it is, so I won't tell you. No disrespect intended!!! It's set right before the first season's fight with Shabranigido-sama, obviously. If I even CLAIMED to own this character, I'd probably be turned inside out and hung to dry.
Dear Diary,
I am a little girl. However, I am not a child, not in the strictest sense of the word, because I will never grow up and never stop growing.
The people who are my parents don't know that, of course. I'd tell them, but I don't want to. Besides, they won't understand. That is WHY they are the ones who are my parents.
I think I am forgetting something important.
No, I know I am forgetting something important. It tingles against my mind like a kitten's fur against glass - that is a good simile, I think I'll keep it.
The forgotten thing - a world, I think. If I look for it, I won't find it. That's why I leave them alone after I create them. I give them ways to find ME and then leave them to mature on their own. Some survive, some don't. That's the way they are, as I modeled them after myself.
So what have I forgotten? Who cares? When it's ready, it'll find me (I gave it ways) and I'll remember. That'll be the test to see if it breaks or not.
Will it? It might. I can't remember and I probably didn't check. I don't like ruining the surprise.
Signed,
Lydia Norris (amusing name, ne?)
Dear Diary,
I am not sure I shall keep this. Writing things down goes against my nature. Once it's there, it will not vanish or change without aid. So dull. This is part of a world which refuses change with all its will. I thought I might learn something by coming here, but it's so very dull. Everything is structure, structure, structure. I think, if things don't perk up, I'll go back to one of my worlds. But I might change my mind.
Hmmm... Lydia Norris. I still don't understand why that. Probably no reason, just chaos.
Makes sense, looking at it like that, as much as I make sense.
Still, I seem to like being named stuff like that. Though Lydia is a fairly boring name. Li-dee-ah. No enigma, no challenge, a simple name. I don't like names, I like Names. But this ISN'T my world, more than all worlds have some of me, so I'll stick with it for now. Maybe not tomorrow, but now.
Oops, the people who believe they are my parents are calling me to dinner, as though the desire to eat is based on a regularly ordered, structured time system. I should know, I made it first.
Mine,
Lydia
Dear Diary,
I started school today, kindergarden, but when they started asking us stupid questions like what our favouite colour was, I told them I'd tell them later. Staying in at lunch (again the time system!), I wrote a three-thousand word structureless essay on the value of ALL colours, including the ones they can't see yet, and explaining why gold IS chaos. They boosted me up to Grade Three. So now I have to put up with stupid questions there instead.
They were asking all the children one question in grade three, and they included me. It was: What do you want to be when you grow up? I explained to them that I was in a state of constant change and growth and will therefore never grow up, but they sighed and asked me instead what my goal was.
To make worlds, I told them. And to put parts of myself in so they'd work. That is why I am. Then my desk spontaneously combusted and my teachers sort of forgot that. But all things do forget the most important things. I started that one, too.
Yours and Mine,
Lydia
Dear Diary,
That feeling of an important forgotten thing is back. That's good, probably. Or it isn't. Either way, it's still forgotten, so I mustn't worry about it.
The children tried to tease me today at school. They told me that humans can't create worlds.
I just laughed. That had so little to do with anything that it was funny.
Love,
Lydia
Dear Diary,
I am now in Grade Six. My Grade Three teachers passed me on because they said that if I was incomprehensable to them, I would be to the other students as well.
None of them get that I'm not incomprehensable, I'm ineffable. Really, all of the ones who are like me look to me because I show up everywhere, not only in my creations. Maybe, one day, someone will understand that. 'Course, they have to remember me first.
I think... they will remember me soon. Then I'll go from here to there, so there would then be here, because I would be there and wherever I am is here. So I'll be there and perhaps watch the world move towards what I created it for. If I remember what that was.
Mine again,
Lydia
Dear Diary,
The house that belongs to the ones who believe they made me burned down today.
People aske me what if felt like having 'my' house burn down, but they aren't interested in the fact that it wasn't 'my' house UNTIL it burned down. The house so rarely changed, you see. So when it burned, it became mine.
Anyway, at this now (time is so stupid, really), I and the two 'parents' are in a hotel, which is exactly the same as the house in every way but appearance, so I don't know why they're so upset.
And I think that the important forgotten something is almost remembered.
Am I yours?
Lydia
Dear Diary,
This will be the last thing written here, by me at least, but who knows who else will write? I wouldn't ruin the surprise.
You see, the important thing (which was, in fact, a world) remembered me. Someone used what I'd left there to use ME and so I'm going back to watch and help (if they find me, once is never enough), because when this girl used me, the world didn't break. Perhaps she will understand me... or not. Who knows, though I am very much in her, she may never find me like that again. Is once enough now? Never is such a nonsense meaning.
At any rate, I'm off.
Yours only that I always am,
Lord of Nightmares
Surprised? Not? See a lot of things needing improvement?