Now this is mainly a War Journal with the solider just wondering about his future during the great war.
I know it feels like, my ideas are slowing down when, I try to put them into words scary but fun
Also, don't forget to give me some criticism on my writing so, I can improve. Any miss spellings, sentence's not really working, or continuity within the story.
Also, no over use of questions marks this time and any questions you have pm me.
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Beacon Tower 3:45 pm Year XXXXWithin the Tower of beacon Academy, within Headmaster Ozpin's office lies a hidden library of forgotten and forbidden knowledge. But out of all these books is a single ordinary journal, pages aged, writing smudged. But hidden by dust one could still make out the name of author.
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But what does a name even mean too, us its having someone to blame, and hate and the author of this journal has had enough hate to last a life time. So, let him have his rest and remain forgotten and simply let his journal tell us instead.
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Entry 5
I was assigned my squad today, met my captain and squad mates, also met an old friend Mr. Alexander Rose and man whom, I can trust to watch my back.
Almost time to move out, heard word around camp that atlas 'tanks' have punched through our defences on the northern marsh lands so were being shipped there.
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Entry 12
My hands are shaking, we just had a major defeat in the marsh the 'tanks 'just rolled over us literality in some cases. . . . I saw a man have both legs crushed by the tracks of that thing and our swords aren't doing anything to damage it. The only thing that put a scratch on it was when a private drop a few vials of fire dust when he was running away.
The remaining squads are being order to my fire bombs with our last few vials of dust
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Entry 34
A few Faunus joined out squad today, I don't trust them filthy beasts
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Entry 41
Those damn filthy beasts betrayed us and stole valuable information and resources. . . Alex was tore apart by them as, I watched from a corner hiding and pissing my pants. . . I can still hear him screaming when, I sleep. . .
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Entry 50
Met a strange officer today we chatted for a bit than he started talking about an old fairy tale he left and entered the forest before, I could warn him about an increase of grimm.
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Entry 74
My leg got tore off. . . I'm losing blood and it hurts. . . Is this how, I die surrounded by my fallen comrades eaten alive by grimm. . . forgotten. . . my little Johnathan my dearly beloved Cecilia forgive me for breaking my word
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. This is Martin Arc Patriarch of the noble Arc family
Please return my sword and shield if you find it to them
