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Bear's Journal

Entry 3

To No One in Particular:

Something is happening to me. I feel different, but I am at a loss to identify how I have changed. My bones ache as they did in the 6th grade when I had my growth spurt. The pain was severe enough for mom to alternate wrapping my arms and legs in hot and cold compresses. The pain is back, but it’s different this time, not as bad, or maybe I am more accustomed to it. It’s hard to be sure. Steve may joke about getting shorter, but I know I am growing. There are moments when I can forget about where we are, and I imagine that we’re just on an extended camping trip, but the ache in my bones continues to testify how very far from home we are.

 

There’s a sound too. It follows us. I can’t locate its source, and it almost feels like a presence. I am unable to shake the feeling that I am a flea walking along a dog’s back. I feel like I am this tiny thing, and there is no way I can fathom where I am or what is actually happening.

 

To end on a positive note, I am enjoying the weapons training even though Caeneus can be more than a little intimidating. I have always hidden behind my height - if that makes sense - and my size in no way cows her. Despite her persistent yelling, learning how to use the sling is fun, and I know I’m getting better despite what Steve says.

Entry 2

To No One in Particular,

So, now we can talk in a different language, and I am not sure if this is all a dream. The weird thing is, I was just reading a book about a guy who was a leper that got teleported to a different world. He kept telling people it was all a dream and acting crazy. Maybe, I’m in a coma. It’s possible that my family is sitting around my hospital bed right now, talking to me, and pleading with me to wake up.

If this is a coma induced dream, at least I am here with my friends. And if this is all a dream, I think the best thing to do is to go with it. My body will heal, and I will eventually wake up, or it will not, and I will continue living out my life here. I think I have to act like this is a reality. There is too much danger in believing that none of this is real. And speaking of reality… I’m starving. I’m going to see if I can find some of that bread these people make. It’s wonderful! I wish I could find some meat. I would die for a steak, but I don’t want to take the chance of offending these people if they are vegetarians.

Entry 1
To No One in Particular,

I’m not sure what’s going on, and I’m not sure who I am writing this for, mostly for myself, I guess. I need to clear my head, and writing helps me think. For now, I will address this to No One in Particular because Steve will tease me to no end if he sees me writing Dear Diary. So here goes…

I’m hungry. I mean famished, constantly. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t seem to eat enough.
The people/girls seem ok, apart from the whole taking us captive, but that was completely understandable. I did start a fire in their forest, but I think we’ve sorted it all out. Man, I am hungry. I’m going to find something to eat.