Dear diary,

I can't believe she's back. My Mom. I don't even know her well enough to call her that. She was supposed to stay in her cell because she......heck, I don't even know why I shouldn't be involved with her. And I thought I had a lot of mysteries but no. Just look up mysteries in the dictionary and I bet Zara's picture will be there. 

I have a few moments as Katara naps in the middle of our research. Speaking of that, most of the time I have more than enough information to go off of. Heck, back when I was an agent for the F.D.I.A. I could tell you what you're average mailman had for breakfast. But this time, I have next to nothing. I mean look how small the list I know about my mom is.

1) Her name is Zara. She has brown hair, brown eyes with black and white dragonfly wings.

2) She has a fascination with black and white colors.

3) She didn't raise me(or know me for that matter).

4) For some reason, she was in love with the Black King.

5) She was in maximum security for some reason.

That's it and this is mostly superficial things. I have such a bad feeling about her and it seems like my fears are valid from today's events. She's crazy, powerful and I have no idea what her motives are. And I think that scares me a little, that I don't know something.

Wow, I have to make sure to thank Greenie again for this. Anyway, these books aren't gonna read themselves(And I don't want Katara taking a peek at what I'm writing).

From a frighten and confused Fay,

Willow A. Mae