Chapter 7: Clearing Things Up [1]
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Arthur sat by his desk once more. The room which had once been home to scattered documents now had several neat piles of them on the desk.
He kept himself busy with a book.
'To think I actually wrote this.'
He thought as he turned to the next page.
This was his own diary, he had found it among the many books that were kept in the bookshelf.
He had begun writing his diary when he had learned how to write and what a diary was used for, that was when he was five, their parents hadn't passed on and he hadn't was recruited to fight in the war after his awakening.
The diary was a simple account of his early life. Due to his young age when writing he mostly conveyed himself with simple, sometimes misspelt word.
'Its like a child was writing this.'
It was hard to believe that the diary was dated at almost twenty years ago.
But, there was the undeniable fact that he had forgotten the faces of his parents...