This is a fun little project that I really need to get back to. I wanted to try a diary-like presentation of a story. I'll post the next parts shortly:
September 4th, 1478
I decided to, before continuing my travels, visit the tombs
of my Father and Brother. I traveled to
Baltani, where my father was rumoured to have died near, and constructed a
proper burial for him, although I could not find his body. Even that conniving
fool, who used the beliefs of apparently himself and for definite others merely
for his own gain, I still held some sentiment towards.
I then visited my older brother’s tomb. It took me a while,
and a lot of researching and prying, but I finally found his tomb in Târgoviște.
What a nostalgic location for his death. It brought back memories of a better
time, when I used to live there with my younger brother. Strange, then, that it
is my older brother I find there now. I was almost horrified when I found his
remains. There were scratch marks on the walls of the tomb he had been buried
in, and the bones of his fingers were worn to such a degree…. It was obvious he
had been put in here…. Alive. It shocked me, to be sure, but it wasn't so
mortifying after the massacres and tortures I myself have inflicted upon
people. Some would even call me a monster; and to that statement, many have.
Besides, that unworthy bastard always received the luck and advantages in life
that I was so deprived. I had to make myself what he was given.
There was no need to visit my younger brother. I already
knew what had become of him.
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