I've decided I am going to start writing thing's down..
It's been lonely lately.. There has been not much for me to do.. It's been almost a week since he.. disappeared.. i miss him.. My father's been trying to get me to do more work to help him out, but it's getting harder.. I can't concentrate no more.. the guards.. they think he's dead.. I don't want to believe it.. I can't..
Uldon just can't die.. I promised i would look after him.. i can't break that promise.. I just wish he told me something.. anything.. As to where he was going.. I'm not sure how long i can handle thing's.. Every time someone come's into the hospice.. where my dad works.. I just get reminded of him.. Of the time's I've been there for him.. to help him.. treat his wounds.. It's disgusting work.. but It helps me get on.. I know i have a purpose.. whether it's hunting or healing.. I know i have a purpose.. I have to find him.. I just have to..
My dad's been trying to get me to forget about him.. to get me to move on.. He doesn't realise how hard that is.. I care for him to much.. All the promises.. I.. i think.. I'm not sure anymore.. He will be found.. he has to be.. I will prove the guard's wrong.. he's not dead..
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