Tarabas´ Magical Quill - October 3rd, 2004

While we spent our first day and night in this strange land called Neverwhere, I tried to adjust to this new and unknown place. This location seems to drain me of my magical powers, it seems as if it sucks up Romualdo´s and my strength. I don´t know who does this and who holds control over Neverwhere. But whoever it is, it must be a strong and very evil person, without any scruple. I heard a short laugh coming from anywhere and neverwhere when Romualdo almost fell down a huge and unexpected cliff. I told Romualdo about this, but he didn´t want to believe me and told me, it must have been the wind, that constantly picked up. Someone was making us a hard time to advance into the center of Neverwhere.

The night we spent was ice-cold and full of noises from strange creatures, surrounding us.
While I watched Romualdo drifting into sleep, I wished for Fantaghiró being here to give us confidence. But she wasn´t here. What would she do if she was with us now. Would she come along and leave this damned land with us? Or would she struggle and curse us for taking her without asking? Somehow I had a bad feeling about this all.

Suddenly I felt a magical light, watching over us and carefully observing our every step. I felt a little safer with the knowlegde, that the White Witch had the power to watch what would go on in this dark and mysterious land...