Prologue
I stole this book from the dresser on the side of the mistress's bed. Nobody saw me for I am never seen. I was first intrigued by the small lock on it for why would a book need to be locked? Do they not just contain words? I slip it into my loose-fitting shirt and try to look unsuspicious as I walk out of the room as per normal.
Later that night I go into the slave quarters, thanking Mithros that I have a tawdry curtain around my cot. The only reason that I do is that I am the only girl slave on the entire fief. I push my worn-out blanket to the side to find the slim cut in the sheet surrounding straw. I shove my hand in and rifle around for a moment before finding what I am looking for. I pull my hand out clutching two slim metal pieces that are bent over themselves. Most women use them for their hair, but I pick locks. Making quick work of the lock, that turns out to be the easiest to lock that I have ever tried, I open the book to see blank pages.
I started to write. Any other slave would have most likely tried to sell it to some merchant that came through, so that they would not get caught with it, but then again to my knowledge none of them know how to write.
Author's note I have never written much before so any constructive criticisms are great.