The Journal of Babette Thorne

• Posted by Zafir boroughs March 21, 2013 - 350 views

  It has been three days since I have seen another living soul. Three days since I last ate. My body yearns for any type of morsel, stale or fresh. I fear the soliders who have arrested have  either forgtten or simply do not care. In either case I have been foresaken.....

  My only  companion is the cell's previous occupent....a little more than a pile of bones clothed in an worn an fraying tunic. I discovered this blank book and quill in his pocket. The  ink in which I pen this I found on the table in my cell.

  If my body does not recieve  food soon, I shall end up like him....The Nine save me

  Babrtte Thorne

  17th of Last Seed 4E201

  hey guys ty so much for reading. I know its shorr but I just wanted to test the waters and get some opinions so pls comment