At this rate it’s happened too many times to even warrant any fear. Not to say I was afraid any of the times before, but now it was just annoying.

To summarise I have been haunted by weird dreams, Martin who was in charge of the basement is secretly a knight and is preventing me from getting a history lesson. There’s a giant pile of bodies that is separate from another pile of bodies that Martin is responsible for... it's probably best not to think about this and better not to put it in a list.

I was planning to take a mission today might as well skip exploring the first floor. I was sure I had at least done it once when I was a child. I walked past the pile of dust on the floor and completely ignored thinking about all the watcher and eye stuff.

When I arrived at the guild I decided to take a Dimitri class target to test myself. There wasn’t much reason for which one I picked other than the fact it was the first one I fought with Mr Cedar. I wanted to see how far I had come in such a short amount of time.

Mr Hildegard was a little less awkward than the day before, but it was reasonable. Nice? No. reasonable? Yes. He seemed to know enough about martin to need a fresh pair of pants. I did not, nor did I want to, but the very act of preventing me from knowing annoyed me.

My frustration kept me occupied all the way to my location. there was a small lake a few townsfolks occasionally go for a fish every now and never so the bear had to go. Luring it away wasn’t an option, because then I wouldn’t get paid, and in terms of it’s corpse, it is worth more to me dead than alive.

I had to find it first though. Despite being at the right location, the beer was nowhere to be seen. Sometimes things weren’t that easy so that was fine.

Stolen novel; please report.

I looked around the lake for any footprints or evidence of habitation. I eventually found a little cave, but it felt ridiculous for the bear to sleep in such a tiny nook.

I was wrong and right; the bear probably hadn’t slept in days. I gave the haggard bear a poke with my sword, and it came right out.

“Now that just isn’t fair.”

The bear slowly got up and I felt pity for it. once the bear had woken up entirely to my presence it let out a roar and I changed my mind.

“Now that just isn’t fair.”

I ended up running from the bear, a very unwise move. It worked though since the bear ended up running into a tree. The tree was gone the moment the bear came into contact with it but that was enough time for me to turn around.

I lined my blade up with the bears mouth and thrust into the oncoming bear. Today was not my lucky day, the sword went right into the bears mouth, but that was the problem. My sword went into the beast’s throat and gave it the room to bring me to the ground.

I wanted to cry. the bear pressed its weight into my shoulder.

With my free arm I tried to take the saw out, but I didn’t have that much room.

My repeated action trying to pry my blade free upset the bear and it jumped off me. taking the opportunity, I wrenched my blade out of the bears throat and went to strike it. instead of attacking however I went to tend to my shoulder.

The bear was now heaving on the floor and wasn’t showing signs of moving anytime soon. My arm wasn’t either.

It was my first injury, but not my first bad decision, nor my first bit of hubris.

I looked at my shoulder, then at the distance it was going to take to get back.

Tears welled up inside my eyes, and I wanted to punch the ground. I held my fist in the air, just shaking it as I bit my lip.

In the midst of my pain a voice sounded out.

“Ahh, fuck it, I can’t just leave a kid like that.”

I looked for where the voice of hope came from. Only to discover it was martin. I suddenly didn’t want to cry anymore.

“Go away!”

“I am afraid I can’t do that kiddo.”

Before I could shout out anything else the world disappeared around me.