New story new story!!! I must have a thing for dramas, heh. Well, I'm really excited about this one you guys x3. It will go back and forth between Soren's first person diary entries and third person, and they can be told apart by the fact that diary entries will be in italics. Simple, no?
I'll still be updating Fluff And Stuff, but this is my main project now.
By the way, this is a prolouge, which is why it's incredibly short o.o;; the rest will not be this way, I promise.
Reveiw and such, you guys are awesome. And if you havent read Aimaru, check it out x3.
This story begins at the end, in otherwords, this is the last entry found within the diary.
Day:
It's funny. Until death stares you in the face, you really don't think about your life much. Funny; in an annoying, stupid, hopeless way.
The food won't last much longer. I've been stashing my meals back into the food cupboard without him knowing. That way maybe he'll live. It's a foolish hope I know, but how can I rob him of his life just to save my own?
Now that I look at my own thoughts written out on paper, I realize what a foolish plan it was. He knows, I'm sure. And I won't be able to last much longer without food. Not that I'll last with food anyways. I know that this was my fault, in the end. I'm the tactician; I should have seen this coming. Perhaps if we had…
No. Looking back on the past will do us no good now. All I can hope is that one day someone finds this book, so that they can know about the best journey of my life. And the last.
If this is the last entry in here, so be it. I don't fear death, not mine at least. If I could take everything I've accounted here back; I wouldn't.
I regret nothing.
Soren.
Tactician and Mage of the Greil Mercenaries.
Heralding from Crimea, on the continent of Tellius.