Diary: Huntress

Dear diary,

I guess…I’ll start keeping record now. I didn’t expect to be back at the village for so long, but the monsters keep coming and they’re getting tougher, and I fear that I may get hurt or worse. I guess I keep this diary as a way to remember. And to inform whoever might come next. If one does.

I honestly never thought I’d be here. Doing this. Hunting monsters. That was not what I had dreamt of doing. I left the village. I left mother and father, both excellent hunters in their own right (but look where they are now), in search of beauty. I wanted to hear music. I wanted to make it. I wonder how mother and father would feel knowing I’m back at the village, decked in hunter gear, working with Elder Fugen and the other hunters to keep the dangers at bay. At least I’m using a hunting horn. Its as close as I’ll get to making music in these parts. Why couldn’t I just have ignored the calling? What is it about my village that drew me back. Why did I, after all these years, still feel compelled to protect it?