Troso

The shiny moon looked at me with great evil, I don't know where I am nor do I really care. The trees all marched towards me with an angry look, the wolves and spiders scrawled and scrambled from behind while a shadow came from above. He looked like one of those Big Folks but I'm not sure. I cannot see him as well as the others, he is still a shadow.

My tummy rumbles some more and my feet hurts even more. I swear, I've passed this way already! It's the same hilly slope and muddy tracks! Oh gosh, I hate this forest and I hate myself for coming here... Why couldn't I be an Inn-Keeper? Or a Farmer? Or even better yet, nothing at all! I've been here for ages now, from the looks of the passing sky from the day to the night, I've been here for roughly a day! That's too long for my liking!

Dear Diary,

I woke up with a sudden sound in my ears. I couldn't believe it but it sounded like the Horn-Call of Buckland, which it been said haven't been heard for a hundred years since the incident with the wolves! It grew louder and louder, it was at that point I decided to check up on Buckland. I quickly slipped my Bounder's hat onto my head then rushed outside of my house after saying a quick goodbye to my Gaffer. I have a leaving this will take longer than expected. I ran as quickly as I can across Bridge of the Brandywine and into Buckland.