Today I finished refining Solar Energy Astrie. Experimenting with it told me exactly what I already knew, It interacts with Solar Energy. It alters the way it works depending on how I mold it, just like the mana version. It doesn’t make anything more powerful, but it can be used to focus the power that does exist. So no real noteworthy changes.

Tomorrow I start working on Whitefoot, It will take three days tops for me to refine it.

Par left again today. He needs to go and help organize things in the recently captured city so they can move on to the next one, though there is no telling how long it will take to squash all of the small rebellions. I would imagine it would be easier if they all organized under one banner, but then they might actually be a threat.

Today I stood at the top of the edge of my home and looked out to the horizon, only to not see an end to the trees. As of today, my home is no longer a grove, but a forest, and that makes me immensely satisfied with myself. It is the first thing I ever strived to do on my own that wasn’t ‘not die’. It all started with me finding a small sapling and feeding it with the last of my mana, I told it to grow and support me as I rapidly starved to death. I thought I was going to die before I started to receive a small stream of mana from the small tree. From there I grew tree after tree desiring, as all Forest Sprites desire, to have a forest to call my home. My grove, no my forest has definitely grown and supported me, and I look forward to more in the future.

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My father's knights, the ones he’s been training recently, have gotten rather impressive in a short amount of time. Nowhere near veterans, according to my dad at least, but they still have a lot of potential. The only thing I can really judge is the skill in self-healing, which is above adequate, and the fact that they are incredibly ruthless and vicious. They spar like they are trying to kill each other, a couple already have. I watched my dad order one of their executions after the man failed to perform well enough in his sparring match. It was honestly quite shocking, I never would have expected to hear my dad order the death of another man, especially not with such a neutral tone.

Later he was telling me about the training methods he is using, mostly because I asked. He said that they were inspired by the training method used to train the most dangerous people he had ever met, an elite combat unit, a secret police of sorts, that belonged to a corrupt government he helped dismantle. He received that same training while he was undercover in a successful attempt to take out that group.

He described every visceral detail of the story in a way that both disgusted and fascinated me. I can almost feel like I am the one holding the sword at times.

Other than that I spent my downtime with Azrezel.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.