The Theif Daraies

Creatures · Post by **Dancingstar** » October 19th, 2013, 3:16:22 pm

The thief diaries.

She stared at the faceless man. He was face down on a rock. Blood covering the page of the book he was writing in. She was always curios about a thief’s life. Did they have remorse for the one’s the stole from? Now was her chance to find out… She picked up the book and began to read the first page.

10/01/13-
My dearest journal,
Why? Why did I even think out stealing gold from that scholar? Now I’m running for my life. I know nothing of these areas and the areas that surround them. If this scrap of paper bound together by leather ever makes it back to her, I’m very sorry of the things I’ve done. Forgive me.

My clock is ticking now. I fear I may not make it back.

She a little remorse for the man, even if the blood bled through the pages and covered up the signature. Perhaps he had a sister who he loved dearly or a daughter or a lover. Or even his mother. She imagined the woman sitting at home crying over the man. But…who would love a thief? Perhaps the woman didn’t know about his life.
She just decided to continue on.

10/8/13-
My dearest journal,
They’ve made me go to the base of those Alarse Mountains. Perhaps, if I can survive long enough, I can cross into the Silvia Forest. Fake a death. I grew up those woods. I know my way around that forest better than any man or animal.

Who is stupid enough to dare to cross the Alarse Mountains? Nobody accept…well nobody! The man was dense. This is probably why they had found him face down on the rocks, because he was so caught up in his escape plan, he fell. But that doesn’t explain the book. Why was it open? Did he suffer? She hoped he died quickly

10/15/13-
My dearest Journal-
This frigid climate is getting the better of me. Perhaps a friendly nomad will sell me some furs.

10/16/13-
My dearest Journal-
I have fallen. My clock is ticking My clock is ticking and there isn’t much time left. My ribs are buzted, as well as my lega. My only functaaional thing at the moment, are my arms and my brain. But I think clearlwly my wwrigtin may bw affcetzed.

He had fallen and he had suffered. His brain was starting to shut down or something. Those misspelled words weren’t on purpose.

10/17/13
I can hear the guards.

10/17/13
Out of ti
She stared at the final entry. He had died only moments before her and team showed up, maybe even seconds. Stabbing him in the back wasn’t ethical. He was already dead. Either that or she had deviled his death. But who was this mysterious man? She noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the journal. A final entry.

10/01/13
My dearest Mother,

Forgive me if this note reaches you months or years after my passing. I stole from them, that snobby scholar and his wife who were bragging about their large sums of money. I hid the money under my bed in my chambers. Helvetica, my dear sweet mother, captain of the guards I fear you will be the one who kills me. I am fine with that. I wish only to die on this rock. I don’t to hear or see you cry. I am sorry for the thing I did. Please forgive me.

Your sweet son, Minius.
Tears now stained the page.

(Intentionally misspelled words)