Midevil Journal

Author’s Note:  I tried to write like I was sixteen in the Midevil times back in England with the knights in shining armor and dragon fighting and stuff. I tried. So, if you can't understand, I'm  apologizing in advance!

5th, May

Dearest Diary,
       Thy fatheir gave me thi Booken. Bretheren Garthen recieved a Booken, too. We write in No-Colour ink. Today is Day of Rest. Alass, I cannot leave the fortress. Thee wind is harsh. Thy snow storm has gone on forth forthnight. My family has been stuck in thy fortress too longth. I wish for thy storm to stopth. I am depressth. Lord Liam’s land, Our land, has fallen to thy snow. Motheir is calling for thee. I shall write you on the morrow.

I bid thou farewell,
Midevil Macey