I was told I should start writing this journal by my mother, at first I didn't want to because I didn't like the idea of writing a diary but I actually kind of enjoy it.
I mean— don't get me wrong I don't care about all that sappy complaining shit— but it lets me properly plan out stuff and record events so I don't forget.
Like today I ran into Greg again— he was being a dumb shit with his gang and they decided to beat the shit out of me again. I won't say I lost, but, the wounds don't feel good.
Oh and something weird happened today, I don't know why but I kept getting this weird feeling like I was being watched. At first, I thought it was just my imagination but it kept up.
Something's definitely up, but I'm not sure what it is yet. I'll have to figure it out tomorrow because I'm sleepy.
I'm heading to bed now.
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Ok so today was definitely weird— so much happened that it's kind of hard to explain it all, but I'll try my best.
So firstly I was sent to the shop by my mother like usual in order to get some supplies, this is normal. But along the way, I ran into Greg and his gang again.
I was expecting another beating but something weird happened, I actually won!
Yea I don't know, or even understand how, but I punched him in the face and he started to bleed and cry. His gang got so scared he ran away.
But that wasn't even the weirdest thing to happen today. On my way home I heard a voice calling out to me.
It sounded like a male voice but I couldn't really tell, it was echoey, like it was far away in a cave. I tried to look around for it but I couldn't find it.
So maybe it wasn't real? But it was definitely weird.
Anyways I'm getting tired so I'll just head to bed.
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Ok, what the actual hell happened today?
Like it happened to me and I don't even know what happened. Today felt like a fever dream more than actual reality.
Greg is dead.
I killed him— but I didn't mean to.
I hate him and all but killing someone feels wrong, I didn't even mean to kill him I was just trying to knock him out so he would leave me alone.
He attacked me again with his whole gang this time.
But I didn't control my strength— I didn't think I would need to since I was weak.
But I hit him so hard he started to bleed, and then he fell— that's when shit went down.
Everyone started to panic and run away— they told the village chief that I killed him and I was arrested for it. They plan to kill me tomorrow.
I didn't even get a trial because Greg's the son of the chief— this is utter bullshit.
I just hope my family is ok.
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Today was hell.
I'm writing this quickly because I need to move but they lied.
They didn't just frame me they framed my entire family and used it as an excuse to kill them.
They hung all of them, my mother, my father, and even my little sister.
Their bodies were so tattered and broken when they were hanging them that I couldn't even tell it was them at first.
But it was them, they—
I could control myself I lost control. I broke their chains and attacked them.
Somehow I didn't die. Somehow I won.
When i stole a sword from one of them it was like I knew how to wield it, I knew each and every move I needed to make.
It came to me like second nature.
But I couldn't kill all of them so I had to run.
I'm in the forest right now hiding but I can't hide here forever.
Shit someone's com—
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It's been a few days since I had a chance to write— I don't even know why I'm doing it anymore. Maybe it just reminds me of my family.
Maybe it helps me clear my head. Without it, I feel like I'm going mad.
I keep hearing that voice in my head, calling me. It keeps telling me to find it, to draw it. I don't understand what it means.
But it did ask me a question that I couldn't forget— one I couldn't answer.
What is freedom?
I couldn't answer it, I didn't know what it meant— but I can't stop thinking about it.
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I was found again, this time it was Knights of the Kingdom— they attacked me and I fought back but they had better gear than me.
They almost killed me.
I almost died!
But i managed to get away— I survived but I had to run.
As I was running that question appeared in my mind again.
What is freedom?
Is this freedom? Constantly running? Constantly suffering under the oppression of a foolish selfish person?
Is this what this Kingdom has become? Is this what life is all about?
This isn't freedom, this is just another type of slavery.
That's when a thought came to mind.
What if I kill the source of this?
What if I kill the King?
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I heard it again, that voice in my head, but it was so much louder this time.
It was shouting, calling out for me.
It asked the question again, it asked me what was freedom, and this time I had a reply to it.
Freedom is being able to live, not just survive.
I don't know what happened but something changed when I replied, I felt different.
This might be my last entry for a while, I am going to train to be stronger, to be strong enough to change this world.
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