Our Reality ( After The Haunted FF~EDITING)

Chapter 13: Lost ( Grayson's P.O.V )

I kept watch as Mia and Drake were resting. No other 'panthers' had come, fortunately. I never knew Drake even had the ability to use that kind of magic. 'When I was a mercenary, Mages were there aswell, but I was never able to see things like that. What other things can he do?' I thought.
I looked at sleeping Mia. I sighed in relief. I was glad that she turned out okay. I shouldn't have let that happen to her.

'She looks kinda cute when she's sleeping...Wait what am I thinking?! Of course not!'
Then a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"How long have me and Mia been asleep?" It was Drake's voice.
"About 40 minutes. You should go back to sleep." I suggested. He shook his head a little.
"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy." I took out a water bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. He took it and drank it. He put the now empty bottle into his bag.
"Thanks."
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Mia soon woke up and we gathered our things and moved on. Awhile later, I spotted a burnt book in the floor.
"Guys, look, another book." I went over to it and picked it up.
"Should I read it?" I asked. They both nodded. I opened it and a couple of the corners were burnt away and some of the ink on the pages were smudged faintly.
"There's a couple of pages."

       'February 16
Me and my men have been trying to fight off His army of the undead. We will all surely soon fall. The townsfolk has been taking shelter in the mines of the city, my son and sister among them. I hope they are doing okay. My wife was unfortunately one of the first to die. I could never forgive myself for letting it happen.
Sincerely, Whitewater General,
Harold Keaster'

I turned the page and started to read again.

'February 20
Our city had been falling and has been almost entirely burnt and destroyed. There is almost no supplies for us to collect. Most of our men have unfortunately died of either illness, starvation, or in battle. His army has taken more and more of our people and burned them alive. I haven't seen my son and sister in days. I hope they are safe.
                                                              Sincerely, Whitewater General,
                                                                                Harold Keaster'
"That's tough..." I trailed off.
"Yea..." Mia added.
"Should I keep reading?" Mia nodded her head.
"Yeah." Drake answered. I looked at the next page and continued.

'March 5
More and more of us have fallen. I will soon join my loyal men. Only few of us are left, but we have fought for our people. I do not think I can go to such an extent to do so. Our ruler has been killed, along with our second-in-command.

I'm thirsty.

I'm hungry.

It hurts all over.

We will surely fall. As much as I believed in the flourish of this city in the past, it is just not possible that we will survive. I'm going into the mines to see the remaining. I must see my son and sister. This may be my last entry. If I fall, whoever may be reading this, please, protect them. Protect Louis and Silvia.
                                                                             Yours truly, Whitewater General,
Harold Keaster'