Arladerus
Unknown Paladin
- Joined
- Nov 24, 2008
- Messages
- 352
- Reaction score
- 6
- Points
- 60
Diary of Theresa
Chapter One
I examined the books. The leather was cracked, the pages were yellow. I took the noticeably thinnest and smallest book first. I opened the first page.
Planting, Day 24 - Mother gave me a diary to write in! I'm so excited! I wonder what to write about.
Planting, Day 27 - Mother left to go somewhere. I think she went to Bowerstone North. She always comes back with presents.
I looked through the book further. All of the entries were quite similar, depicting a repetitive life of a girl. However, the second half of the book contained no entries. From the back, I went through every blank page until I found the last pages of entries.
Harvest, Day 15 - Mother is away again. She never tells us where. I think father is a little sad when she goes.
Harvest, Day 18 - I had that nightmare again last night. There's a big room, and right in the middle there's a big swooshing light that feels like it's going to suck me in. I still couldn't see what was in the middle of it. I don't think I ever want to.
Harvest, Day 19 - I had another dream. I was opening birthday presents and I was so happy. Then something happened, and it was so horrible it woke me up. I think that part was only a dream though.
Harvest, Day 21 - It's my birthday today! I bet my brother forgets again, but at least mother will be back. I got up early to look out over the sea, and now I'm going to play in the upper field.
"Hey dad!"
Startled, jumped and turned around.
"Dad, what are you doing?" My son was standing in front of me.
"Oh, I'm just studying this woman named Theresa through her diaries," I said. "Apparently, she was a seeress for a group of bandits in Oakvale at the end of the clifftop path! Do you believe that? Bandits? In Oakvale?"
"Oh, more research. I'm going to go out then and practise with my cross," he said.
"Very well, then." He proceeded out the door. "Remember to fetch the bolts after you fire them!" I shouted out the door. I turned my head back to my desk, and looked at the diaries. By the age of the leather, I concluded the order of the diaries, with the thin one being the oldest. I then picked up the second book.
Plowing, Day 6 - I've counted the numbers of times I have slept, and I'm guessing today is day six. Oakvale was raided by bandits. A large man with a scary mask slit out my eyes, so I'm not sure how high the sun is or how many days have passed. Twinblade, the leader of these bandits, gave me this book to write in. My nightmares are becoming worse.
Plowing, Day 13 - The bandits don't like me. Only Twinblade likes me, for some reason. He's teaching me how to fight so I can fend off enemies. I've been blind for a long time now, but I'm not used to it yet. I'm constantly tripping. Sometimes though, when I concentrate hard enough, I find I can imagine how my surroundings are quite well.
Plowing, Day 40 - I haven't written in my diary for a long time now. I have been too busy learning how to fight and attempting to see the area through concentration. I know how to do it now. I call it "dream sight". Also, Twinblade is teaching me how to fight with daggers. He has taught me to be merciless. I slit the throat of a bandit who opposed me; I feel no sorrow.
Plowing, Day 43 - Twinblade believes that I have a natural skill with daggers. He says I am almost as good as he is, and has stopped my training. I'm spending my time practising my dream sight.
I hope you enjoyed what I have written so far.
Chapter One
I examined the books. The leather was cracked, the pages were yellow. I took the noticeably thinnest and smallest book first. I opened the first page.
Planting, Day 24 - Mother gave me a diary to write in! I'm so excited! I wonder what to write about.
Planting, Day 27 - Mother left to go somewhere. I think she went to Bowerstone North. She always comes back with presents.
I looked through the book further. All of the entries were quite similar, depicting a repetitive life of a girl. However, the second half of the book contained no entries. From the back, I went through every blank page until I found the last pages of entries.
Harvest, Day 15 - Mother is away again. She never tells us where. I think father is a little sad when she goes.
Harvest, Day 18 - I had that nightmare again last night. There's a big room, and right in the middle there's a big swooshing light that feels like it's going to suck me in. I still couldn't see what was in the middle of it. I don't think I ever want to.
Harvest, Day 19 - I had another dream. I was opening birthday presents and I was so happy. Then something happened, and it was so horrible it woke me up. I think that part was only a dream though.
Harvest, Day 21 - It's my birthday today! I bet my brother forgets again, but at least mother will be back. I got up early to look out over the sea, and now I'm going to play in the upper field.
"Hey dad!"
Startled, jumped and turned around.
"Dad, what are you doing?" My son was standing in front of me.
"Oh, I'm just studying this woman named Theresa through her diaries," I said. "Apparently, she was a seeress for a group of bandits in Oakvale at the end of the clifftop path! Do you believe that? Bandits? In Oakvale?"
"Oh, more research. I'm going to go out then and practise with my cross," he said.
"Very well, then." He proceeded out the door. "Remember to fetch the bolts after you fire them!" I shouted out the door. I turned my head back to my desk, and looked at the diaries. By the age of the leather, I concluded the order of the diaries, with the thin one being the oldest. I then picked up the second book.
Plowing, Day 6 - I've counted the numbers of times I have slept, and I'm guessing today is day six. Oakvale was raided by bandits. A large man with a scary mask slit out my eyes, so I'm not sure how high the sun is or how many days have passed. Twinblade, the leader of these bandits, gave me this book to write in. My nightmares are becoming worse.
Plowing, Day 13 - The bandits don't like me. Only Twinblade likes me, for some reason. He's teaching me how to fight so I can fend off enemies. I've been blind for a long time now, but I'm not used to it yet. I'm constantly tripping. Sometimes though, when I concentrate hard enough, I find I can imagine how my surroundings are quite well.
Plowing, Day 40 - I haven't written in my diary for a long time now. I have been too busy learning how to fight and attempting to see the area through concentration. I know how to do it now. I call it "dream sight". Also, Twinblade is teaching me how to fight with daggers. He has taught me to be merciless. I slit the throat of a bandit who opposed me; I feel no sorrow.
Plowing, Day 43 - Twinblade believes that I have a natural skill with daggers. He says I am almost as good as he is, and has stopped my training. I'm spending my time practising my dream sight.
I hope you enjoyed what I have written so far.
