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Latest revision as of 05:17, 28 May 2010
Title: Diary
Author: Roberta
Dear Diary,
I have met the most
wonderful man. I do
nothing but dream of
him at night and think
of him at day.
He arrived with a
group of folk to help
work on the town.
I only hope he will
consider a lowly
shepherdess to be a
worthy companion.
Dear Diary,
Beyond my wildest
dreams, Locke has
seen fit to ask me to
marry him. I know I
haven't written in a
while, but all my time
has been spent tending
the flocks or lost in
his eyes. His uncle
seems pleased and the
wedding will be set
soon.
Deary Diary,
An old gypsy came to
the wedding today.
She asked if there
was one thing I would
wish for for my life
with Locke, what
would it be? I said
that I wished to ever
be with him, now and
forever. Her eyes
flashed and a shower
of sparkles
surrounded Locke and
me. It didn't seem to
do anything, but it's
always good to keep a
gypsy happy.
She claims no
knowledge of the
attacks on our town.
Dear Diary,
It's been a few months
and the attacks on the
town have grown to
the point where we
have abandoned the
new town to flee to
Britain.
Dear Diary,
We leave Britain today. Locke and I are
determined to make a
life outside of Skara
Brae. Locke's uncle
has moved north into
the woods of Yew. We
will miss him, but he
is tired of all the
fighting.
Dear Diary,
I can scarce write
these words. My
beloved Locke is dead,
struck down by the
bolt of a brigand. I no
longer have a desire to
live without him by
my side. Most of the
other inhabitants of
the town have given up
and are moving off to
other areas. I spend
my time sitting here
at his grave with the
others that have died
waiting for death to
come to me and rejoin
us once again.
Dear Diary,
A healer came.. they
took me ...
somewhere... farm
house... I want to die..
Locke.. I see you at
night... soon, my love.
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