Day 7:
I keep telling to myself that it's just a scar, but it simply isn't. It will gradually stop hurting, I hope the cold helps and makes it less painful.
This is what happens to people when they try to be nice, you just get back stabbed.
This face-burn won't let me be a normal person again. And to make it worse I just fled from my duties. My duties with Theodane... even though I wish him dead, fleeing from my duties is a crime that is punished with death. I also fled from my duty as a godfather, my hope is that they can forgive me. That kid doesn't deserve a godfather like me. Of course, he would be scared. I lost the track of how many scars I have in my whole body now.
Winter is harsh, I don't know how much more I can withstand the cold. I'm counting that my run will be over soon, I don't care if it ends with my return or with my death, I just want it over.
Day 14:
Maybe I just write to keep my fingers in movement, I don't have much to do here in this cold plains. I'm not too far from Bree, but far enough to not be found. Of course making sure not to travel on the road or at least not in the day. My returning day will be soon, I just know it. Hunting deer costs me trouble, I lack of skill with the bow and normally scare them away. Hunting hares is easier, you just have to poke their homes until it's wide open and thrust the halberd. Instant meat is served. By now I'm thinking that Belle and Eth should be in Bree for this season, they told me so. If I return now I may have some time to explain.
Day 21:
I feel my fingers harder than before, I fear some may turn black and fall. I've heard gossips around the town that there is more cold coming. I hate this place, so close to Evendim, so close to Forochel...
Day 28:
I saw my reflection today, I didn't imagined I looked so bad. The scar and the burn has turn into one and made a mess on my face, my eyebrow has partially disappeared and a small part of my face grows an uneven beard. I should have it covered. Now I think this is how I really look from the inside, I just had to accept it. I'm not the person I've always faked to be. It's time for the real me to arise.
