Because this is my Diary, and I can, I am bringing you the first Paragraph of the Mantra. And Jess, I wrote a Prequel, so remind me to send it to you. It was dark, and cold. The Young Woman stood in the remains of the Forest Village, a myriad of emotions welling up from deep within. Her heart pounded, her eyes were wide with fear, and shock. She needed to be held, be slapped, be reassured. She needed to be loved right now. But by whom? More important though, was the urge to run. To scream and fling things, and toos somthing, to let the world share her haunting echoing grief. She needed to run far, and fast. She needed to fly high and far. And what was she running from? Was it love, grief, terror....it matters not. She was filled with the neceasry expulsion of all those emotions. So she ran.