March 3rd, 1492

Ran into some hobgoblins… who knew they were real? Well I guess Hunters older than I did. They are ugly little creatures. They tried to push a few of us off the cliffs. Thankfully they are slow. It didn’t take long to evade them and kill a few. I am becoming too good with weapons. Mary fears that… not I. I am proud of my power. She thinks a man will tame me. I feel no desire. The only love I know is that of family. I do not think I can love. I do not think I could ever be a wife. Or a mother. That is alright with me. I cannot risk my soul becoming blacker with heartache.