Keep in mind I'm only writing in this "journal" for one reason. To prove I'm going to become the world's greatest warrior. I should be sleeping right now, but there's this strange noise keeping me up. I'll be right back, I'm going to check it out.
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You will not believe what just happened! So I walked downstairs, trying to be as silent as possible, but the blasted stairs kept squeaking under my feet. So much for being stealthy. I peeked into the kitchen, which was the source of the noise. There was a figure. It's hard to explain what it looks like, but I'll try anyway. It was a levitating ghost, surrounded by shadows. Before I could react, it began to charge at me. I should have done something cool, but all I did was cry out and brace for impact. There was an ear-piercing shout from behind me. A battle cry, if you wish, coming from my father. He charged past me, his sword brandished. My father? He's the greatest. One of the world's many famous warriors. Although he's close to retirement, he's still coolest warrior there is. He swung at his ghostly adversary viciously, but his blade fazed right through the creature's body.
"What the -" Father gasped.
With a whooshing noise, the ghost disappeared.
"Are you alright Riba?" Father sighed as he turned to me, panting softly.
"Yeah...I'm ok..." I replied
He chuckled and patted me on the back.
"No solo fights. Ok?"
I nodded, my lip trembling slightly.
"Alright son head to bed."
I nodded once more and went back upstairs.