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A new low (Old Entry 5)



Sorry it's been so long little book. I've been learning how to make fine blades yet I cannot touch them save my time spent with the young militia. The village guard saw to it that I keep my contract for time with them. I don't mind, it gets me away from my father. Since I was young I've often heard him address my mum as if she were a possession and not his life partner. He's made sure I understood that he could do with her as he please with his nightly abuse. 

Today he took it further than he ever has. That smelly smith was in the smithy today leering at me. When father came to pick me up they went off into the back room. Shortly after he called me inside. Again I must entrust my memories to you for what happened next is more than I think I can handle. 

My father ordered me to undress, he even tore my shirt from my body when I shied away. How a man can take part in the making of a child and do such to her is more than I can deal with. Topless he shoved me into the smelly smith telling him to do with me as he pleased, he did not care since he was already paid. I could do nothing, all of my training froze up and I stood there shivering in fear.

I'll tell you though book of mine, I was saved that day by the local watch. The man that usually stands outside the smithy burst in knocking the latch from the door looking at my small figure then turned his heated glare to both my father and the smith. He knew my age since he was mum's little brother. As he wrapped his cloak around me he gently shoved me behind them and a new argument ensued. He left my father and the smith behind after giving both hard glares telling my father to take me home at once and to not try what he had again or he'll find the inside of a cell soon enough.

I'm thankful to my uncle. I wish I could live with him and his wife but they have five mouths to feed already and a sixth would be too much.

For now I must bide my time, Mum has already told me she wishes me to run away as far as I can. She's prepared a small amount of coins for me that I keep hidden with this book. I will get away, I just need father to go off some day so I can.