In the duration of the Middle Ages, a wild plague had spread throughout the majority of Europe. This plague was otherwise known as the Black Death. They say the origin of this deadly disease migrated from China,through the Silk Road. Once it reached the Meditteranean, it spread like a wild fire, dominating anyone, and anything in it's path. In this era, or time period, many individuals did not know hoe to make this plague go away, but they tried their best to prevent it. The Rats on ships were infected by fleas, and those rats were scattered everywhere. Once the person was bitten as well, they then had the plague. The plague was very contagious, and people tried avoiding others who had it at all cost.
      Some people believed that putting certain types of herbs or flowers in their pockets would help prevent them from catching this deadly disease. In the end, over 200 million people had died from the Black Death. People began to panic over dying, and once you got the plague, you were almost certain to die within a short period of time. These strange lumps, or known as buboes, would appear on your body, and once they swelled up, you were almost gone. No one had survived this deadly plague, and nothing as deadly as this has returned, thankfully.

Days have gone passed now, and decisions begin to run through my mind. Some of my own family have gone into war as they risk their life for others. I pray for their safe voyage as they continue to quarrel. What if they end up bruised, bleeding, or even worse, dead? What will I do if I have to face reality of living in this world? My thoughts are quickly snapped back, as I realize someone is calling my name, my uncle. He went into the war as well, and I have missed him dearly. Now, my time has come. Yes, it is indeed time for me to go into the war, and I am deathly afraid. Why couldn't I have lived life as a mere peasant, so I could have worked on the fields instead of going into this dangerous war. Surviving or not doesn't matter anymore. I simply don't wish to go.
    My uncle calls my name again. I can faintly hear him this time. This journey that I am taking is very heart stopping, and over all dangerous. If I ever do end up surviving, I will most definitely consider myself the luckiest man alive. I  hope that, not only I survive, but my uncle as well. What if's begin to race into my mind again for the second time.

For the past couple of days, I have been in deep thoughts. They continue to come, one after another, some may be negative, while the others try to calm me down. Without a certain doubt, I believe I knew what was the right decision, but why? I was recently introduced to a new family, a wealthy noble one at that. I was said to wed their oldest child, although I am only thirteen. These types of decisions aren't mine to make, yet I feel an unfamiliar pit in my stomach. In my own opinion, I think marrying for money is a bit ridiculous, and love should be taken into consideration. Talking to my parents would be pointless, as they would ignore me again. Should I really risk going to make that journey, just to reach there, or should I reconsider? Although, making my parents happy was my top priority, I'm not so sure now.
   Weeks have passed now, and I've reached my decision, I have chosen to make the effort, and journey. It may be a bit strenuous, but it if makes my parents satisfied and content, I shall take all risks. I really disapprove of this idea, but what can I do? My father has passed his heritage onto me, and now it is my job to take that position, as king. Pondering over sadness, and double thoughts, is this truly the right way to go. Am I just wandering through hallways that will eventually lead me into circles? Hopefully I will never find out. 
    What will I do?

I have been traveling for days now, without any luck. I've seen two dead body's, and the seen cannot be unseen. I wish I could be cleansed of my mind, and for my sins. My feet, head, body, and hands ache. The sun is beginning to set, and the air is becoming colder. I am in desperate need for food, and a nice shelter would also be great. I have come so far, I can't give up now, but it seems as if all hope is lost. Without anything to do, I should probably rest for a moment. Wait, I can see a building near by. Maybe there are individuals inside that can shelter, and care for me. Without giving this decision much thought, I'm running towards there with full speed.
        I'm almost there until I come to realize something. There isn't smoke, nor animals near by. As I come closer, I also realize that the building is in ruins. What am I to do now? With nowhere to run to, I am utterly lost in the middle of a clearing. Maybe it would be better if I were caught, then I could be put out of my misery. Although these thoughts come into mind, I am somehow not able to come to it. I might be afraid of the thought of dying, or death in general. Perhaps I should stay alive, for my dead  other and missing father. I will continue to stay alive until the very end.