XX/XX/20XX
Hello Diary, once again,
It is rare for me to rite here anymore; the theves didn't like me knowing to write, but the past few days must be ricorded if I want to keep my sanity so the gosts don't take me. These occorrences began a while before now…
The first thing I remembre as drastically 'wrong' was the heet. At first it was warm, very warm—but I was used to that. The thing that starteld me was how cold and wet the air bicame. Then my world was spinning and I could've sworn the gosts were after me. It wasn't the gosts though. It was an entirely new world. The first thing I saw was the luming figure with pail eyes in a throne bifore me. I tirned, an instingct the theves tot me, and checked my egxits. Suddenly there was a lot of nois and the king-man said, I don't need any more of his kind. I was dragged away for no reeson at all. I didn't mind much tho, I was used to it from the theves. I wasn't paeing much atension to the men in black who dragged me away aniway; it was the two crouched on the flore that caut my eye. The girl luked for or five years younger than me and I remember her eyes very well. They were tiny bits of sky—a last remanant of home. I would later come to kno her as Meggie, Meggie Folchart. It was her father, I would later find, crouched on the floor beside her. I would call him Silvertongue, Mortimer, or just Mo. The only one of my futchur closest frends that was not there was the man I would come to know as 'master', the one so many would mistake for my father, my mentor, my god. Dustfinger, the cowardly master of the flaims. Dusty.
The black-clad men put me in some shed and gave me straw to sleep on. They reminded me of crows. The living condition wasn't what bothered me. The people were talking in the shed next to me. It was the girl, and the man from the building I had been in before. There was a woman as well. They spoke and argud, the black-clothed men spoke to them. They spoke of me a bit too. Then that foreighn voice, that I would know in any croud. Dustfinger came to get them out. They did some more arguing, then left the shed. They came over to my shed and opened the door. I was scared then. Everithing was new, and dangarous. The girl slipped in. Hers were the only words I remember. Come with us, she whispered, We want to help you! We'll take you away from here! I don't know why I didn't trust her… She finally persuaded me. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I bolted for my freedom, tho; the closed door was flung open as I burst out. And I was struck by the lite of my new world.
A/N: Yes, the spelling errors are intentional. Evan thought that Farid would write with mistakes, so here you are. Please tell me if it's hard to understand/read.
