6th Entry

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"To my Dear Diary,

I am sorry it's been so long since we last spoke. It's just I've been so terribly busy since then, and I just haven't had the time...

But there is much to say.

As of yesterday, the war no longer blazes on. A Peace Treaty has been called, something nobody expected, what with everything being about the Victor. But even so that is what's happened, and celebrations have not stopped since it was announced 4pm yesterday afternoon. One non-soldier was picked from each side of the war, and they have ceremoniously shaken hands to symbolise our unity. Nobody thinks this 'friendship' between us will last long, but the fact that battle and bloodshed has finally stopped makes that insignificant. Memorials are being raised all over the country, gravestones put up for all those missing or unnamed.

My parents and sister are on those lists.

Jake is not.

But that is the other news... I...

I think I might have found him.

I discovered a note, written in here, not long after my last entry and though in capitals, I had just a feeling it was him. The boy at the Enemy border, too.

So I decided I would do as the message said, I would not run away and I would not allow myself to be scared.

And we followed each other, for literally months.

First I left my hole in the ground in the plains but made it obvious which direction I was headed, then I received a note in a tree that read:

I BELIEVE THIS BELONGS TO YOU, J

And accompanying it was my tent, so in return I left a tin of peaches and a map with a route marked on it, which I waited for him to take before taking it myself, and he left footprints in the mud not far from my campsite and it went on, for months and months.

Until this day, when I thought I really ought to at least let you know that the war has ceased. So we shall see what happens next, Dear Diary. We shall see what he does next."

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