It's been four days since I've written, i am no longer safe. They know where I live and I need to leave for now. Before I go I must burn all evidence of my being and seal the entrance to the hideout i can no longer live the way i used to. I still don't understand what the connection between my parent's death and our town. The only thing i saw was a bunch of random letters that seemed to make words.
One of which was this: Lw pdb eh wrr odwh wr gr dqbwklqj wkhb duh d wkuhdw. I don't understand what it could be. It seemed to be an entry to a journal that was torn, but very poorly concealed. I don't understand but all i can do is hide for now.
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Historical Fiction17 year old Nicholas (Nick) Diazad is thought to be weak. Nick is a teenager who is going to adulthood. After his family's death Nick is reunited with an old friend locked deep with in his mind. He goes by Michael (Mike) banner with his reunion h...
