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Diary, 2nd year/25th day of the Monju War:
" I'm on my journey back to the empire. It has taken me three times as long to reach my destination. I'm heavily injured. My wounds wont close as quickly as they should and I continue to fall on the ground with every five steps. I now have to rely on supporting myself on the trees and stones I pass.
I managed to retrieve the scroll for the King from the spy in the enemy's strong hold, Korvanth. It was a trap. They knew I was coming. The spy, my friend, was slain right after he gave me the scroll. I managed to escape, but not without a fight. I lost my only weapon, my left antler, my right eye and so much blood. I'm having difficulty seeing from time to time and I no longer have my running speed due to my left leg being badly injured. The important scroll is still in tact as I cling it close to my chest. This document cost the lives of my fellow spies and friends. I don't know what kind of information this scroll contains. Only our superiors can look at it.
I have been the King's messenger and spy for three years. Countless missions that almost claim my life for documents and scrolls and even money that the King wants me to achieve for him. Every mission leaves me with a scar and a piece of myself dies. The King doesn't give me anything except money to feed and protect my family. No thank you. No knighthood. No nothing. I question my job that will soon claim my life. I don't know what kind of information I'm gathering at all. I'm not given any details. He just orders me to go to random place, get something from another spy or steal something, then return it to him or my superiors without any questions. I'm always tempted to read the information on these scrolls and documents, but it has been sealed and the King would know if it has been read or not. If I do read it, he will execute me.
Why am I so dedicated to the King? Do I even remember what my kingdom is fighting for? Am I on the right side or the wrong side? Are documents that you don't know anything about worth your life or your friend's? Are these scrolls and documents love letters, jokes, or useless information that doesn't involve this war? Before my friend was slain right in front of my eyes after giving me the scroll, he asked me with his last breath: "Is this piece of paper worth risking your life?" His voice echos through my ears still...
This might be my last mission. I've lost too much blood. I'm safe from Korvanth and about a full two days away from my kingdom. I should have been there yesterday, but I'm finding it difficult to see and move. I bandaged what I could, but the wounds wont stop bleeding. I feel dizzy and find it hard to stand up straight. Most of my strength is put on the death grip of this scroll in my hand. I can see my wife and my children though my eyes. They are worried about me. I smell my wife baking home-made honey bread. I can hear my children playing in the living room. I feel the warmth of the fire next to me as I relax and watch them play. I cry thinking about them. My mind slips back to where I am: cold, dark, alone and sound of crickets in the distance. I have to keep going. I have to deliver this to the King.
If you find this dairy page, please tell my wife Anasabell and my children Horkuo and Rama that I love them deeply and I will be forever with them. Please make sure the scroll gets to the kingdom of Frauln. I don't know what it contains, but it must be delivered to the King. But as a favor, go to my family first. They are more important than anything else in the world.
My name is Orinma, Son of Ingantus Turmon..."
The Dedicated Messeger © 2011 Alex Cockburn
" I'm on my journey back to the empire. It has taken me three times as long to reach my destination. I'm heavily injured. My wounds wont close as quickly as they should and I continue to fall on the ground with every five steps. I now have to rely on supporting myself on the trees and stones I pass.
I managed to retrieve the scroll for the King from the spy in the enemy's strong hold, Korvanth. It was a trap. They knew I was coming. The spy, my friend, was slain right after he gave me the scroll. I managed to escape, but not without a fight. I lost my only weapon, my left antler, my right eye and so much blood. I'm having difficulty seeing from time to time and I no longer have my running speed due to my left leg being badly injured. The important scroll is still in tact as I cling it close to my chest. This document cost the lives of my fellow spies and friends. I don't know what kind of information this scroll contains. Only our superiors can look at it.
I have been the King's messenger and spy for three years. Countless missions that almost claim my life for documents and scrolls and even money that the King wants me to achieve for him. Every mission leaves me with a scar and a piece of myself dies. The King doesn't give me anything except money to feed and protect my family. No thank you. No knighthood. No nothing. I question my job that will soon claim my life. I don't know what kind of information I'm gathering at all. I'm not given any details. He just orders me to go to random place, get something from another spy or steal something, then return it to him or my superiors without any questions. I'm always tempted to read the information on these scrolls and documents, but it has been sealed and the King would know if it has been read or not. If I do read it, he will execute me.
Why am I so dedicated to the King? Do I even remember what my kingdom is fighting for? Am I on the right side or the wrong side? Are documents that you don't know anything about worth your life or your friend's? Are these scrolls and documents love letters, jokes, or useless information that doesn't involve this war? Before my friend was slain right in front of my eyes after giving me the scroll, he asked me with his last breath: "Is this piece of paper worth risking your life?" His voice echos through my ears still...
This might be my last mission. I've lost too much blood. I'm safe from Korvanth and about a full two days away from my kingdom. I should have been there yesterday, but I'm finding it difficult to see and move. I bandaged what I could, but the wounds wont stop bleeding. I feel dizzy and find it hard to stand up straight. Most of my strength is put on the death grip of this scroll in my hand. I can see my wife and my children though my eyes. They are worried about me. I smell my wife baking home-made honey bread. I can hear my children playing in the living room. I feel the warmth of the fire next to me as I relax and watch them play. I cry thinking about them. My mind slips back to where I am: cold, dark, alone and sound of crickets in the distance. I have to keep going. I have to deliver this to the King.
If you find this dairy page, please tell my wife Anasabell and my children Horkuo and Rama that I love them deeply and I will be forever with them. Please make sure the scroll gets to the kingdom of Frauln. I don't know what it contains, but it must be delivered to the King. But as a favor, go to my family first. They are more important than anything else in the world.
My name is Orinma, Son of Ingantus Turmon..."
The Dedicated Messeger © 2011 Alex Cockburn
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Awesome description, epic pic. The poor jackalope (?) is a true warrior. Love it!