(First part written right as he's traveling alone, second part after the samurai fight)
Damn Joryth, damn these "friends" that fight by my side, damn this whole restoration effort! I can't go one day without someone insulting my intelligence, demeaning me, insulting me, or thing I'm a worthless runt! I'm going alone to restore this sword, Joryth thought it a bad idea I go alone, but this is something meant to do alone. I want to prove myself for once that I can take care of myself. No one ever seems to believe that. Today.... I prove myself, if I fall... well.... you'll probably know reading this journal.
Well.... I didn't fall, but I found that eternal flame in the city of the forge itself, the old city mostly still stands. I decided to sneak my way through, I'm no samurai cleaving my way through scores of crystallized undeath, so that was my only change. I did find many tomes to gain knowledge from to bring back, so I gathered all that wasn't nailed down. Only to find that Zahira and Julian followed me here, thanks to Joryth... after.... a heated argument, and pouring out my heart... they seemed to have understood my plight. Julian.... and I seem to have things in common surprisingly, who would have thought. Never imagined it like that, though Zahira also didn't realize, thought I could take it. I can, but it wore thin.
We made it inside the holy forge, it was guarded by a samurai of legend, the nine tailed warrior himself. It was to be a challenge of fates, me against him. Julian and later Zahira intervened, summoning animal after animal until the Samurai gave up, allowing me to use the forge. Angels from the heavens itself guided my hands in the repairs, even one angel that... well... anyways! She and the others helped me mend the cracks, though the spirit of the blade lies dormant. Seeing all my efforts for naught, I tosses the completed blade to Novia. Her father deserved that blade. It was his to own, and I left it with her.
(Written before he took it back)
Novia, if you are reading this, just keep the damn blade. I'm not worthy, despite everything. I told you I went alone to face the tides, only for you to find the truth this way. Ironic.
Eligius Yami