Well iBob, if I was to say, going back in time had been pretty epic - being stuck in some underground tomb with a portal taking me to some crazy ass gladiator ring where Lord of Dickheads expected me to be the next Maximus in front of his freaky glowing friends was something else.

We were also gone for a few days, not a few hours so you can imagine the mood Jord was in when we did reappear. He and Dad are having a talk now, so thats great for me. My lecture time was like a two minute rant so really dodged that bullet... not only that - I have a new sword.

After we got back, I put it down on the table and Logan went to pick it up to look at it and well, he couldn't. The handle heated up and burnt his hand. Stupidly, Dad went to pick it up when he dropped it and surprise surprise - burn. So the super possibly magical, god killer of a sword is all mine.

Notice that word - god killer.

I feel like I am supposed to have this sword even if Cain somehow had set it all up to show me off to his special friends, to show them what I can do and now I have the sword, that they should be afraid of me. It worked.

Considering what we know so far, which isn't a lot - none of this can be good. I just want to talk to someone who can answer some questions for me, truthfully and completely and give us a heads up so we're not so damn clueless. Logan said he had an idea, then locked the bathroom door when he went to take a shower.

He's been real quiet since we got back too, but I'm not going to start worrying about that, not just yet. It's been another big adventure and he might just need five minutes to himself... though at the moment he's had about twenty. Even I didn't stay in the shower that long and I had all that demon stuff to get off.

You'd be proud of the Hunter like entry in real Bob that I just did too. I even sketched the sword a bit in it, sounded all professional and shit. A diary entry a Hunter should have; one that could actually be used for something. I'm going to try and limit the shit I put in there, save it for you instead. Why? Because if I did happen to, die... At least someone might get something out of it. Maybe someone else out there can put the pieces of this puzzle together better than I ever could and make a real difference. I dunno... As long as they don't touch MY sword that is.

Oh Logan's finally out of the shower!

Elise the Hunter.

(proud ancient sword owner)