tenth page May 2nd 2300

Well first I took my first kid aid, then I cleaned and bandaged my chest, then I took some painkillers, and proceed thinking.

After thinking all day, I decided to take my hammer, my grampas book, and run away, I’m going to make a new cave, in the part where I was digging, nobody goes there, so it could work.

I don’t know how much time I have left; my life is in danger, I don’t know what did I see, and when will they come for more blue metal, or to silence me from what I saw.

I took a shovel to support my still hurt and strength-less body and moved as fast as I could to my new home, well, to start digging my new home.

And as soon as I got there, I was already exhausted, hahaha, so I took a 15 min break, and started digging and mining, I wasn’t able to advance that much, but something is better than nothing.

eleventh page May 5th 2300

It took me three painful days of hard work, with sleep intervals of forty minutes, to finish a rough outline of what will be my new home, now, time to go back and bring all my stuff back so I can have a little bit of peace ( yeah right peace, I’m scared of my own steps) but well, it’s better to lie to myself.

After I finished doing that I went back home, it was, well everything seems the same as I left it before, but I know my home, and it felt different, cold, it felt like if something was hidden and waiting for me.

Maybe I was a bit paranoid, but better to feel sad than sorry, so y ran away from there.

I went back to my cave, again, I finished the last of my rations.

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And started mining, doing some rough furniture made of stone, and a bed of dirt.

My only hope, and the thing that made me escape from madness was that book, it reminds me of gramps, and Remus, I was the only part of me, that was still unafraid.

I read, and read, until I felt asleep.

And there in my dreams, there it was again, that giant, it came back for more madness and despair, but now it was sitting, smaller than before, it felt sad. He had his head down, and as I look closer, I found that he had lost its hand.

Then as if it felt mi look on his stump, he spit fire on the broken hand, and then again, he lift his other hand, where that indestructible hammer was, and started hitting it, again, and again, transforming it, making something else, something bigger, it started growing, and growing, and he became smaller, that hand was as big as a mountain, and I couldn’t see what was it, he just keep hitting that hand, that mountain, like an unstoppable machine, it felt like he was going to keep doing it for ever.

I let my fear go away, as I looked into the mountain, and instead of going back, I walked closer to that giant.

As soon as my sight could reach the exact part he was hammering, I saw it,

It was blue, a blue color changing, being transformed, into dirt, into stone, into the mountain that being that close I could see, the infinite and ever-changing colors that grew with each strike.

Blue was the one that started, then it became, brown, green, yellow, and finally black.

I don’t know how, but knowledge hit me, I knew what where they, I knew their names, they were every metal that existed, and they were from a giants flesh and blood, that he himself smithed.

Then, as my hand tried to grab a piece, I disappeared, I woke up in a flash.

The blue was the first, that was the reason, there were no information about it.

But what if they knew, that blue was the first, that blue was that giant.

Finally like a bucket of cold water on my face, it hit me, my life was in danger, they would never let me go, they will find me and kill me.

Tomorrow, I plan to go with old lady Rose, that old hag always treated me fair, sometimes she cheated me by taking more shovels, than the real cost of the product, but she couldn’t trick me, because I knew, in a town of smiths, shovels had no value, she always procured me, and gave me a lot.

I hope, she can give me enough rations to survive, because it has been decided.

Sorry Gramps, but I’m going outside, I’m leaving the caves, I know you told me to never go outside, but it’s better to face, a probably certain death, than a true certain death.

I’m stopping my diary for now, I have a lot to do, I will write again, in a month or two, when I’m out, and if I survived, hahaha

I know gramps told us to never pray, but, pray for me at least.

And wish me luck.