I made my way to the second story of the building. The stairs were smaller than I remember, but the interior was exactly as I remember. When my mother first died, she brought me here. Smith carried me into the house and immediately followed after her. After he came back, the giant man burst into tears; not even he could help her.
I remember the way the villagers treated him after that. They often wouldn’t pay him for his work or yell unkind things at him. One day another kid told me that Smith would die because of me. Because I decided to live with him, he could no longer make money. So, I left the man. I didn’t want what happened to my mother to happen to him.
The diaries sat on a round wooden table beside the stove. Many of the journals were in a different language. Someone seemed to have tried to translate a few of them, but the handwriting was hard to understand. There was something about an orb scattered throughout the journals.
00/12/10050
“It is the first day I have arrived in this village.” Ah, finally, something that I can read. “My stomach is massive. My child seems to be healthy, but I worry about giving birth. I do not know any midwives in this town, and I have been alone since I encountered that prophecy. My grandmother, who was traveling with me, was told she needed to find a young man who would save my child.
Knowing how much I love my child, she told me that she must set out to find this boy even at the risk of her life and mine. Our parting was painful for her, but my child must live. I would surely die without him.”
00/29/10050
“It has been over a week since I have come to this town. The people here tend to avoid me. I feel as if they are wary of me, afraid even.”
01/05/10050
“I overheard some women talking the other day about a witch and how her son is supposed to destroy the world. While they were talking, they kept bringing me up. Saying things like, what if she’s a witch,’ and ‘her child will be the one who destroys the world.’ A soothsayer told them about a boy with blood-red eyes. This boy was the child of the witch. This makes me nervous since my child’s father has red eyes. I’m not a witch. I’m something else entirely.”
02/30/10050
“My due date is approaching. I can’t change the baby’s gender. My kind does not usually have a girl when there is a father, but I did find a spell to change his eye color. The only problem is that if he becomes upset, his eyes will momentarily revert back. I just hope he doesn’t have his father’s eyes.
03/06/10050
“My son is here and is more handsome than I thought he would be. His tiny hands reach out to me, and I only wish I could bring him to his father. Sadly, this would only bring harm to him. As much as his father would love to see him, I’m sure he doesn’t want our child to come to harm. Ah, he’s so precious, and though I dreaded his eyes looking like this, I can’t think of anything I want more at the same time. Looking into the eyes of my son gives me insurmountable joy. His eyes have the same warmth as his father’s eyes.”
11/18/10052
“My son is still outcasted, even though I changed his eye color. At least he has me, but I would love for him to be able to make friends.”
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