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\u201cJoslynn, we seem to find something<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joslynn raised her head and stared at the man. She was an elegant young woman, and she couldn\u2019t stop her grimace into the curiosity of the discovery. The man, on the other hand, was a gentle, nice old man who wore thick square glasses. Both of them were archaeologists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is it, then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man dusted them and handed them to her afterwards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook, this certainly could be a primary source of how the people lived through the war.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She carefully examined the pages as the man took a brush and tried to find something else on the ground. Recently, a report surfaced about old houses in the region, although the date was not specified. The two partners decided, even if there was nothing, they would take a look at what it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMr. Collins, I think this will be a great shock to the public if we try to analyze the written words. This is certainly an accurate primary source of wartime.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI agree with you, Joslynn. We shall go back to the institution and apply for radiocarbon dating.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It revealed that Joslynn was an orphan left by the war. The man, Mr. Collins, was a professor, and he had been entrusted by Joslynn\u2019s father to take care of her when Joslynn\u2019s father left for war. He was sort of a father to Joslynn, since Joslynn was too young to recall any memories of her real father. Indeed, her father died when she was only a year old, and no one could blame her for not recognizing her own father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What they said correctly was, this diary with no author would surely take them on a solemn adventure through the owner\u2019s life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n 1st<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mother allowed me to buy this blank notebook. What a fortune. Let\u2019s start. School was fine anyway, I answered the hardest question correctly in mathematics. Maybe I need to write this down, because people in the future need to know what our lives were like in the old times. I\u2019d like to write everything down, just in case of things embarrassing(of course, not those like being in a war or something).<\/p>\n\n\n\n 4th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n I heard that the Amiltons fired the Hermic ships. That was very dangerous. Although the Amiltons didn\u2019t declare war on the Hermic, there is still a very high possibility that more conflicts are going to happen. Oh, by the way, I want to explain why I don\u2019t write down my name. First of all, we are Lues, and I don\u2019t want to put my parents or younger brother in danger. After all, if they find out about this book, they can only track it down to me. And, I shall laugh at you if you are a Hermic-Ishel officer, or whatever, because you are stupid. Blaming me won\u2019t help after all. Moreover, I believe that people will return our justice to the next generation one day. Labouring and assaulting won\u2019t work, though many of my generation don\u2019t realize the fact that they are being controlled by the Ishels. Now, if you are the other case, a person who cares about history, let me tell you facts. There are countries fighting now, and the country I am now living in, Rowina, is captured by the Hermics. The Ishels hate us Lues, and they are the aristocrats of the Hermics. The Hermics claim they are the best country with intelligence, technology, and magic skills. We, Lues, on the other hand, held ancient skills in magic that, according to gossip, can undermine our status. Therefore, there are only two pathways. One is to stay in the country and forever obey them (and it is certainly not a good choice because I bet they use cruel methods to ask you to use those skills, then kill you). Two is to simply run as far as you can. The Amiltons don\u2019t agree with the Hermics and want to fight them. Amilton recently, past four hundred years, had become an independent state after the war between Amilton and Erisque. Now, the Erisque and Amilton have become friends and fight together against the Hermics. Oh, Mother\u2019s calling. I have to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 6th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Ishels found our school. I heard that on the same day, 6000 Lues are killed. What a good taste in the art of murder. Ishels suddenly had something on their mind and chose to come and inspect. Luckily, students are not at school, so we can just say we didn\u2019t go to school. Of course, that is a risky choice, but\u2026I would rather fight to my death than obey them(even if I need to cheat on them). As my predictions, the Ishels came and asked as if we attended any school, as they consider it as banned (because we are stupid and don\u2019t deserve it?). I really want to laugh. I mean, I care about my race, but I really want to laugh. We ran here to hide away from the Ishels, but then what we are doing is simply throwing ourselves into their trap. We are locked up in what is so-called the forbidden area. By the way, I mentioned that I will fight to my death, but realistically, I think I am too weak and afraid to die. Plus, I don\u2019t want to waste my life on things that won’t change ANYTHING.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 7th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Fortunately, we have our own network of information, so they informed me that the Capital of Hermic was bombed by the Erisque. Too bad they didn\u2019t bomb the Ishels all dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 8th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Again, school\u2019s fine. The Hermics are starting to siege Reinnlard, a city of Veits Union. Veits Union does not have a very good relationship with the Amiltons, though they are on the side of the Amiltons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 15th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Hermics are creating nonsense again. They created a self-government and appointed someone in the army to become the head. What is the point of it? Additionally, they killed almost 3000 Lues because they ought to be moved to other places, and people disobey, which is why they\u2019re shot. I know our fate, the next one is us. And if the Hermics\u2019 military operation turns out badly, they will blame us. Why do I know? Because my classmate was shot. They shot her because she was meant to be sent to other places, but she refused. After watching her being shot, we then have to praise how tolerable the Hermic leader is for saving our lives from our stupidity. The Ishels, or Hermic, know that we disagree. I believe that to them, we are just toys that can be easily thrown away after feeling tired of us. We don\u2019t have any values. Not even our skills, they forced us out the skills and teach them. On a chess board, we are not even a pawn, just the ranks and files stepped, ruined, and trampled on to guide them into the world of success. But we cannot cut ourselves out of this web of fate. Oh, how I wish that my parents were smart enough to run west, not east, to Erisque and even Amilton.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 19th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019ve been temporarily stopping school since I have memories, but today, the teacher announced that we will stop school forever, because they fear that soon the Hermic government will find out, and at that time, we will be killed just as other Lues. We don\u2019t have to worry about numbers and alphabets, history, or other stuff anymore, but to us, it is also announcing that our date of death is near. Time will be seen as useless afterwards. You don\u2019t realize what day, how many hours there are. You are just waiting, waiting for people to tell you: this is the time for you to end your life here. I don\u2019t know what to say. Now my future is filled with nothing but darkness, loneliness, and fear. No, I don\u2019t even see that a future is lying ahead. I only see incidents of how I can be dead in millions of ways\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n 28th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Another killing, with over 30000 sacrifices. The numb feeling towards these cold data\u2026 I don\u2019t even know if I care about their death anymore, since the next one will be me. I don\u2019t have much patience in writing my daily life as it is boring and I am just loitering around without any purpose. To you, I don\u2019t know who you are, or might be, war is a terrifying word that is forbidden. But to me, or us, war is everyday. And I am only fourteen years old. I remember when I was only six years old, which is eight years ago, Mother and Father decided to take us here. Life back then in Hermic was great, with gourmet food and good friends. We used to play together at a park with our bicycles, chasing each other and playing hide-and-seek, as well as baseball. I wish I could go back in time and forever live in my past. Plus, I have to admit, no, you have to admit that we played with the Ishels. So, in my perspective, I fully don\u2019t understand why the Ishels started to hate us. Maybe my younger brother would understand it, because he was born after we moved here. I do appreciate Father and Mother sensing the danger beyond the time. Just, why are we still moving to a place where we can be easily captured?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n 2nd<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n I heard that there were 3900 killed yesterday. The action the Ishels took today was to try to enter the Veits Union\u2019s Capital. The general assigned to protect its capital was someone who fought in the far east and successfully defeated the enemy. Oh, additionally, here, around 250 people were kidnapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 12th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Around 10000 were killed. Mother commanded me not to write anything in this book anymore, because she wants us to live. \u2026What? Even if I don\u2019t write this book, I still will get killed. You think you could live by not talking at all? Nonsense! It is impossible, as the Ishels don\u2019t ever care about what you think or say. They just drag you over and shoot you because you are a good target. I decided I will still write in secret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 16th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Tired of this. Numbers, numbers, numbers. 3000 killed. Am I in the military? Why do we start having training and all those weird rituals? Thinking of us little kids running tired and almost dead could make you feel good? Narcissist! What about YOUR children? I really want to kill those Ishels. I would rather myself being killed and treated awfully than the whole community murdered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 20th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n One Ishel general was shot, and then to \u201cmourn\u201d his death, 50 were killed. Murder, shot, killed, kidnapped. So many un-unusual terms. It is as if these things were too far away from me to notice, but mystically, these situations are actually happening right in front of me. The teacher in our school, I heard, was kidnapped because she was accused of doing something rebellious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 22nd<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n Yes, I shall be strong. Brother, oh, my dear brother! He was killed with Father! The next one will be Mother and me. Why, I am very afraid. Very afraid. I will be dead by tomorrow, I think. I am just hiding inside this small dwelling. What\u2019s worse, Mother left me. I am not sure whether Mother is alive or not, but I bet eighty percent she is caught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 23rd<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n They were chasing me. They were chasing me. I hid behind the wall all day. I crept out of my dwelling (I don\u2019t know who owned it). Immediately, I saw people getting shot: in front of their houses, shops, markets\u2026 Soldiers were trying to \u201cescort\u201d all of us. People were dragged, no matter whether they were children, women, or the elderly. They thought the women(who tried to protect their child) were blocking their way to the completion of the mission, so they just shot them. Many of us, like me, who were still hiding, cannot hold out any longer. The Ishels are waiting. They wait for tomorrow, more people will come out and run into their trap again. I will dig down and bury this book before I leave the country. I cannot let them have any evidence of where I will go. My plan is to run west, north, and go to northern Europe. At least I can hide longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 24th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n I suddenly have a question. Why do they know I am missing? At least I left the territory. I am still in a very dangerous place, but people didn\u2019t recognize me as a Lue. I tried to get some food with the money I had found luckily on the street. Now I realize that they have the ability to track me down with their magic. On the road I came here (which I don\u2019t really know where exactly I am located in), I saw soldiers taking Lues and shooting them. I just acted calm, as I am a normal child walking around the street (though we ought to be completely isolated from other races). How in the world did people just let me go and walk? And so, to leave the area, I used some methods to jump out of the fence without being noticed. Well, they did notice me, but I don\u2019t know how I have this idea, I hid behind the tree trunks. If they observed more carefully, I must have been shot already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 26th<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s around, I estimate, 10 degrees right now. I think I have reached as far as possible I can. Ishel officers are walking around. I don\u2019t have a very significant trait of a Lue; in fact, my blood of Lue is relatively light. Now it is nighttime, and I can’t wait to see when I will be dead. I buried this book here, I mean, after I finish writing this paragraph. This is just for the purpose of a primary source. Whether you respect this book or not, please do not destroy it. Please do keep it. I am the only one left in my family and bloodline, and later on, I will be trying my best on taking risk and responsibility for living through this war. I promise. This is the last recognized and recorded words of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n A young female corpse found near 6 kilometers north and 10 kilometers west to city of Jazar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Date: November 3rd<\/sup>, 1941<\/p>\n\n\n\n Detail: Shot in the head. Unidentified. Age around 15. Conjectured running when shot. Possibly a Lue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n A few years later\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n The diary was put in the solid box of glass. At day, people gather around in the museum to just take a look at the pages; at night, historians praise the intelligence of the unknown author who was clever enough to write down all the important details of the period.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The diary could finally rest in peace along with its author’s soul under the protection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one knew how the life of the author was ended exactly, but people mourned her for being brave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n END<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A little fiction story. Hope you do enjoy it. 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