Stories of Redemption

Entry 1

Have you ever wanted something so bad, that it felt like someone lit a fire inside you? So bad to where you would give anything to have it. I have. I was framed for the murder of the king's son, and I want redemption.
My name is Jaxis Saviat. Before I was framed, I was just a blacksmith in a small town. I had lived on my own with my brother, having to take care of him and myself after the murder of my parents. The case was never solved. Anyways, nobody knew me, but now every man, every woman, and every child knows my name, and not with the reputation I wanted. I'm writing this journal so that one day people will know what really happened. So that everyone that knows my name, will know who I actually am, and that I'm innocent. Let's start from the beginning.
I was working in my shop when I heard the news from my brother. He came running into our small shop with the daily newspaper in his hand where I was hammering a new sword with my lucky hammer on the anvil. I had killed the King's son. I couldn't believe it, but there it was on the newspaper that everyone reads. I was paralyzed with shock as I realized that every person that read that newspaper thought that I had killed the king's son. Everyone except for my little brother, Jack. After all, he was the one who told me. Right after I regained my senses, I ran to grab a bag and pack a few things. I had sheathed a steel sword on my side and headed for the door. I reached for the door handle and opened the slanted wooden door. Then to my shock and extreme pain something had happened. Right when I had opened the door, a soldier had hit me on my left temple with the butt of his rifle. I blacked out, seeing my brother being bludgeoned to death.
I had awoken on the cold, hard, stained floor of a jail cell. I sat up and put my head in my hands as I realized my life was over. Everything I had known and loved was gone. This was my new life. The day's blurred together. I stopped counting after 673 days had gone by. After all, there was no hope of me getting out, so why count? My day consisted of sitting in my cell, dreaming of what once was, getting a meal of a stale crust of bread, and sleeping. The only thing that kept me warm was the fire burning inside me. Everything day I got worse and worse. Until one day, a small spark of hope jumped into my life.
I was sitting on the floor of my cell, when I saw something move in the corner of my eye. I looked closer and saw one of the cinder blocks that made up the wall being pulled out, breaking the fine line of cement that kept it together. Then another, and another, and another until there was a hole big enough for me to crawl through. I looked outside my cell to see if the guard was anywhere near me, but strangely there was no guard. What was going on?
"Pssst. Over here!"said a strange voice. I looked back at the ragged hole in the wall and there he was, my little brother.