My first entry. My name is Athelina. It is rare for a peasant girl to have such literary skills, however I was taught by my mother who was once a nobles daughter but fell in love with a farmers son.
Me and mother visited the village today as usual for a weekly visit to sell the crops, even though it was dangerous. There were stories of men and women torn apart by animals on the road to the village. Bodies were rarely found on the road, but when found, it became part of the village rabble. My mother had a hard time covering my ears from such tales, it became common to overhear the conversations. She would just throw one side of her red cloak over me.
Being of 18 years, it was unheard of that I were not married with at least one son or daughter. My parents did not rush it for I have plenty of brothers and sisters to do so. This day, however, I saw the butcher's son staring, his smile was prevalent and I could not help but stare and smile.
Today I overheard guards speaking of pagans making blood sacrifices of the bodies, which sounded worse to me than the idea of a beast.
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FanfictionMy first fan-fiction that I'm sharing with you all. This is a fantasy type Liam fan-fic with some European history involved. These are diary entries made by an 18 year old peasant girl named Athelina near wilds of English land. She comes in contact...
