Dear diary,


    Running down the mountain in the early hours of the morning while it''s foggy outside isn''t a good idea, but I did anyway.


    Somehow I didn''t break any bones after I tripped and rolled down the road. Other than the bleeding gash on my arm and a couple scrapes everywhere, I didn''t get any serious injuries.


    Though the boy that was herding his families sheep didn''t think so. He thought I was ghoul and ran to church to fetch the priest. I walked past the graveyard and was greeted by the warm, slightly tingly feeling of being hit by a bolt of holy lightning. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    I thought I was going to die, but all it did was patch me up and made it look like I didn''t just fall halfway down the mountain. The boy got a talking to and the priest was practically begging on his knees for my forgiveness. It had something to do with violating his oaths or whatever.


    Anyway, I said it was ok and even thanked him for healing me. He gave me some soup and I climbed back home.


    That''s basically how my morning went.


    Love,


    Tina