Journal of Jake English

[jammx]

((At the age of 14))
Entry 1
*grabs pen and journal on night stand*
My writing skill was excelling according to my private tutor. Today a mage came to Alder today. He juggled fire and did all kinds of things. I wish I could become a mage but my I must not go against my fathers wishes. Our family the English have been using swords and so called "old school" fighting. I don't believe that is true though. I have read in books that magic is everywhere, magic is power and magic is life. That means magic was here before anyone could have wielded a blade. I tried explaining it to my other friends but they just don't understand. It's frustrating.

I have recently saved up a lot of money from chores and my work at Mr.Makara's shop. I had heard rumours around the block that Mr. Makara used to be a mage but he quit when he had seriously burned his wife. I wonder if I can get him to teach me a thing or two but I'm not sure. For now I'll just read books in the Verslun library. The place is really amazing. Full of informational and entertaining books. My favourite book is the tale about the masked mage and his golden blade.
*closes journal with the pen within it*
*extinguishes candle's fire*

[jammx]

Entry 2
*picks up journal with pen within the pages and begins to write*
*tears fall onto the fine paper as his hands shakily move*
My mother died today. She was the only one who supported my wishes and wanted the best for me. I feel as if it's my father's fault. He always over worked my mom and never gave her any appreciation for her work. She also wrote many books and she was great at it too. My father has gone to Dauer filling himself up with their ale. I don't care what my father tells me anymore I'm going to ask Mr.Makara to teach me magic. I don't know if he will do it though. I have talked to him about magic and he has flinched a couple of times at the sound of the word fire. I feel bad for him but I must do this. Not for only me but for my mother. She would have wished for me to do what I had really wanted to do. Mother never really liked what my father tried to make me do.

I am so tired of my fathers commands. I do not have much passion for the family business. I want to be a mage. I have studied so much for it. I don't understand why he must force a blade down my throat with such force that could pierce the toughest armor. My friends have been slowly leaving because of this fact to I can never actually play with them or hang out. The only one who has really stuck with me was Drake but he is in Granvik. We had met in Larkwood Farms and hung out there every so often. I miss my mother so much.
*tears drop on the ink words on the paper smudging it lightly*
*closes Journal with pen inside*
*eyes tear up and small droplets fall ,trickling down his cheek*

[jammx]

Entry 3
*picks up fine gold pen and old journal*
Ah it has been a long time since I have wrote in this book. It has been 4 years. I had moved to Viventor with Mr.Makara and now I am 17 years old. I am moving back to Alder now. It had turned out my father died and he left all of his belongings to me. One of them was a nice home in Alder. I can't wait till I see all my friends again. The Syccans in Viventor have been treating me as if I was but a peace of Goblin Skin or something useless. My home is just filled with crates. Robes, books, clothes, and a couple of weapons to help me. When I fight and do things in that matter. Those weapons usually were swords. I really did not fight but I expected for me to hunt when I left Viventor so I could pay for things.

For some reason some memories of my swordsmanship training are retained. As if it was engraved on my mind or even my soul. I have read in some books that it was pretty rare for a mage to pick up weapon handling skills. Those who did were called battle mages. I have worked very hard to keep myself fed and to purchase any other needs. Doing small jobs here and there. From time to time I went to visit Drake. I was surprised he had still remembered me. That is all I have to say for now.
*lightly scribbles down "That is all i have to say for now" then drops both pen and journal on the hard stone floor yawning*
*blinks a couple of times and goes to sleep*

[jammx]

*pages in between are either ripped or scorched with a flame*
Entry 30
*picks up pen and journal and begins to write*
I have never felt so sick in my life. It was my twenty first birthday yesterday and I was able to drink ale for the first time. Well at least the Alder brew. One of the people there had said I was dancing on the table juggling small balls of fire while balancing on a single foot. I can't do that when I am sober though. This whole morning all I was doing was barfing out food and drinks from last night.

I had met a girl at the bar too. I didn't really catch her name but she caught my eye. I tried to court her but my attempts failed. It seemed as if she sailed into Alder with a large group of people. Everything is still a huge haze but I'm regaining my memory slowly. I hope I meet that girl again. I hope.
*stops writing and puts pen and journal down*
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There was a sudden knock on the door. Jake went downstairs to investigate. He peered out of the window to see nothing but a clear night sky. Jake puts on his clothes and brings a torch outside. Out of the blue a thug comes and attacks Jake.
"Oi what are you doing?!" screamed Jake
"Give me your money lad.." warned the thug in a cocky tone
Jake ignites his hands then throws wild punches at the thug beating the thug to the ground. Jake starts huffing. The thug looks at Jake with horror in his eyes. Jake looks at his fists to see traces of the thug's blood on them. He looks at his hands with the same horror of the thug. The thug slowly crawls away with his back facing the floor. Jake goes inside his home and washes the blood away. He goes to his bed and lays down. He looks blankly at his ceiling. His eyes filled with horror at what he had done.