Dear Diary,
I am frightened yet again as I write this because I have just been taken as a servant to a man I barely know. I was wandering through a village that had previously been destroyed by pestilence when I heard a voice. The person behind it was literally a bear. The pushy ex-jester took me in as his boy slave and is now forcing me to work for him without pay on the consequence of public death in my own home village. I only even started running because I am a wolf's head and have been vulnerable ever since my mother died. I don't know where we will go next, but right now I am camped out behind a tree in the forest we are resting in. He says he has business in Great Wexly, but judging from the way he speaks of everything and everyone, that could be a lie. I know I should trust him because he told me not to call him "sir" and does not wish to think of me as only a servant, but he even said that like him, there are two sides to every bear. I can't run away, because that would unleash the vicious side, wouldn't it? But so far there does not appear to be a sweet side. All and all, I'm very confused, but I can't say that I'd rather be back in Stromford or even dead. I just hope that I can gain my liberties in Great Wexly and learn more about my mother and my father. All that is keeping my faith intact is the cross of lead that I still carry. Maybe sometime soon I will learn my letters and be able to work on my own without being found. But for now I have someone to work for, even if it is not much of a living and I could be punished with death for disobedience. I will just have to look to God now for help if there is any.
I am frightened yet again as I write this because I have just been taken as a servant to a man I barely know. I was wandering through a village that had previously been destroyed by pestilence when I heard a voice. The person behind it was literally a bear. The pushy ex-jester took me in as his boy slave and is now forcing me to work for him without pay on the consequence of public death in my own home village. I only even started running because I am a wolf's head and have been vulnerable ever since my mother died. I don't know where we will go next, but right now I am camped out behind a tree in the forest we are resting in. He says he has business in Great Wexly, but judging from the way he speaks of everything and everyone, that could be a lie. I know I should trust him because he told me not to call him "sir" and does not wish to think of me as only a servant, but he even said that like him, there are two sides to every bear. I can't run away, because that would unleash the vicious side, wouldn't it? But so far there does not appear to be a sweet side. All and all, I'm very confused, but I can't say that I'd rather be back in Stromford or even dead. I just hope that I can gain my liberties in Great Wexly and learn more about my mother and my father. All that is keeping my faith intact is the cross of lead that I still carry. Maybe sometime soon I will learn my letters and be able to work on my own without being found. But for now I have someone to work for, even if it is not much of a living and I could be punished with death for disobedience. I will just have to look to God now for help if there is any.
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