Mystra Vonnaver Rex's Journal, first entry.

‘Welcome to the Forgotten stories (unofficial) guild, to you I am the unknown host.  I will be taking you through a journal we have discovered and with it I have bits of other information that will help fill the gaps the journal does not record.  I will leave this information at the end of each journal entry, it has taken us some time to put this together in what clearity we could muster.  Please enjoy, if only so our hard work is rewarded.’

First entry of Msytra Rex, winged princess of Neverwinter.

Torin gave me this journal as I prepare to travel from home.  I have never written to myself, always letters, formal appeals, documents or other such things.  But a book for my thoughts or to put ideas down, I’ve never even considered.  But that is Torin for you, the bookworm of the family and so thoughtful. I can only hope this proves to be worth the words she spent convincing me to write everything down.  I hope I don’t disappoint, though I don’t think I’ll write everything I do in my letters to them, but I’ll at least write it here. That is of course if there is anything worth writing about that they would enjoy.  I guess I’ll start with my life here, they often ask and I don’t think I keep all the details straight anymore.  It’s what happens when you’ve shared a story fifty-eight times.  Here it is one more time and hopefully I never have to tell them again.

Where I am from is a mystery, my first memory starts after I fell from the sky in the courtyard of the king and queen of Neverwinter.  The queen, Marella, adopted me much to the displeasure of the king, Agran, who’s mother had died that day.  Maybe he attached his anger of her death to me, I didn’t know then and I still don’t know now.  Through the years he has done everything to torment me, he tried many times to get me married to a pig headed noble or use me as a soldier in his army.  Even as their family grew and he had reason to rejoice he never did.  The two things I know he did most was spending time with Marella and fighting with me.  I sometimes wonder if he even knew Marella gave birth to his four children, I took care of them when Marella breathed her last during the birth of their fourth child.  I have done nothing but help his family and people, and he seeks my end.  

He isn’t my only enemy, but he is the only known to me.  With no memory it makes explaining the scar on the back of my neck hard, no one knows it is there but me and whoever gave it to me.  So many mysteries of my origins and after twenty years I am still no closer to my past, and always my siblings ask as if my answers have changed.  I love that they think I somehow learn of my past with each passing day, sadly it is not true.  I do not live in the past, my mind and heart are here with my siblings for they are my family despite what the king says.   He got his people stirred against me for a time, but with no reason for the hate it died down.  His hate grew after Marella’s death, he became a darker man.  He covered the statue he had made to his wife and will not show it in honor of her memory.  Carolus must have seen his father’s hate for me growing, he asked that I take care of rumors arising from the town of Phandelver.  I don’t think he asked because he thought I was the best qualified, he knows something.  I know it because of a look in his eyes and the way his mouth moves when he is keeping something from  me.  

I look forward to the trip, I’ll be going alone.  No guards or traveling companions, just me and the wind.  I can go as fast as I want, I love soaring high above the clouds or low over the trees.  I don’t get to do it as much as I would like.  I usually spend most of my time on the ground at the temples or dealing with nobles and being with the people.  Of course all that is after I’ve spent time with my wonderful sisters and brother.  Thinking about it, I spend most of my time out of the castle, this doesn’t surprise me.  It is not a welcoming home as long as that king sits on his throne… But rarely do I get to fly free with no restraints, no responsibilities.  I have a full day’s travel ahead and I’ve already spent more time on this than I thought.  Sometimes Torin is smarter than I give her age credit for, I never thought I would enjoy writing myself.  I must leave and find the source of all the unclear reports coming from Phandelver.  

‘Mystra’s journal failed to mention her beauty and that she is Taiven.  Long dark blue glossy hair that fades into black, the wings are black with dark blue tips at the bottom.  A low femmine voice, giving her an eir of someone deep in thought taking time to say the selected words.  Violet eyes stand out against the snow white skin.  Built for battle, with grace of the best dancer.  Mystra stands at 6’0” and looks a few inches taller with her wings.  Personality wise, she was loved by many and not because she was a princess.  She treated everyone with kindness and as equals.  She never bragged about herself and loved listening to others.  Her siblings would tell you she was in love with her wings.  She stands for justices and is loyal to death.  Her siblings are, Carolus, Rylla, Torin and Cilla.  The eldest is 15 at the time of her entry.  Her journal also failed to mention a group of adventurers at Phandelver which had been helping the town get back on their feet.’