Entry 1
Early this week I took a train from London that carried me north to an unknown destination, I stepped of after a few stations and made my way towards the forests. A rather strange thing to do for some people on a sunday morning but for me it was refreshing, it has been a hobby of mine since I was a child and my father took me hiking, to go out into the wild so to speak. To get away from the city just for a few days.
I sit now under the stars several days from civilazation , sipping coffe having just finished a supper of cooked beans, and I feel so free. The fresh air and nightly noises of the forest making me feel at ease. I shall trek a bit further tomorrow, towards some old ruins in the distance, it is to hard to see from here but it cought my eye and it might contains some old urns I could interest my uncle in, he has a burning passion for old relics.
Entry 2
Disaster has struck. While making my way to the ruins I fell, it was as if a tree root deliberately took hold of my foot, and as I was flaling the ground opened before me. A big black hole stright to hell, as I fell into the maw of the devil himself darkness swallowed me. I could feel that I was close to a wall in this hellish black throat of rock, and foolishly tried to break my fall with my left leg. Yet all I accomplished with that was breaking my leg and spinning me around to hit an other part of the wall with my head sending me in to unconsiusness.
I remember thinking "aw hell that is it for me", nevertheless I am now alive. When I first opened my eyes after the fall I saw darkness yet not pitch black like one would imagine. As my eyes got used to the night like light I found that I was, and still am, in a cave with slightly green luminescent moss growing on the walls, and it has allowed me to write down my thoughts in this book.
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The strangest thing however was my "saviour", she appeared shortly after I found out, with a heavy grunt, that my leg was broken. At first I thought she was a monster wanting to eat me and tried desperatly to crawl away, yet after she got startled by my antics she sat down and waited for my tantrum to be done. When I had tired myself out and vomited from the pain in my leg and the possible concusion in my head, she gently dragged me back to my starting possision next to my giant backback witch she had relived me of.
She cleaned away the small amount of bile still on me, sadly the smell of my saviour made me retch yet again, a rank smell like rotten fish and rats piss, she did not seem to mind and cleaned that up to. It was then that I understood that she was not a monster trying to eat me, she was just a monster.
My saviour was a head shorter then me and the only apt description of her would be bipedal humanoid looking rat, a thick pelt of dark brown fur adorned her stocky frame, a long hairless tail witch she used with great agillity giving me a woodenbowl of water, her black eyes watching me with great focus as I drank, the whiskers on her short muzzle and her big attentive ears twitching anxiously as I shyly voiced my thanks for the water to her. I hope she could her the gratitude in my vioce but she has hardly made a sound.
I do not know what she wants with me but it is clear she is helping me, it is impossible to tell night from day down her yet she decided to snuggle up to me and fall asleep. Her warmth is welcome even if the smell is not. As I write this with witch shaking hands in a dim dank cave, no sight of the hell maw that swallowed me nor anyway to contact the world above me, I can only Hope. Hope that someone finds me, hope that this rat woman can keep me alive long enough for that to happen, and hope that the uneasy unholy feeling I am getting from this place is just my imagination.
Victor Rhodes 1952 november ??