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First Entry: 18/03/0025

  What am I? I found myself contemplating this question, this morning on the bed. I was born in a cave, inside a mountain village. The village was surrounded by forest from all sides. As far as you can see from the mountain top, you see trees and a little river. Raising livestock and hunting for food, I raised myself to be a wolf. Wolf can find food to eat. I grew up well.

  When I was in my teenage years I knew I was different. I could read and write. I had that ability from my birth it seems. All other were illiterate except village chief, he knew math! But I still hate them. These freaking people killed my family for a ritual when I taught them how to write. Since then I have to come to understand cruelty of this world.

  As for how I found myself contemplating this question. It is complicated. You see I am different. After the incident with my family I ran for my life. When I was breathing my last breath, a kind hearted women found me. But fuck!!! she was a witch. She drugged me with countless of her creations. When she was killed by troops from empire. I was gifted to an alchemist as a slave. That alchemist was a kind person he was a father figure to me. But I had to kill him from my own hands. I am in aguish whenever I think about that incident. But I had to do it. For my freedom. For my fucking freedom, I had to kill someone. Then, I ran again for my life. Now, running from a powerfull empire.

  Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

  Now, I am in a city of opposing empire working as an agent for a noble. You see the noble receives some gifts time to time, but the empire doesn't know about it. He has to keep it hidden, thatswhere I come in, I work for the noble in receiving this gifts and managing them. It is an dangerous job but it keeps my stomach filled and life going.

  Now comes the main part yesterday night I was in a brothel enjoying the night when a drunken prick drowned me in his vomit. I slapped him in anger. The man got enraged. He called his followers and they beat me up.

  I don't like this kind of life, I have to do something to get away from this.

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