Kidnapped

"Sigh," Cole breathed out as he straightened up in his chair, somehow ending up with a melancholic feeling.

'This is the path that I have… chosen myself on that day. No going back.'

"Kalor, I apologize but do you think I could borrow a quill and a paper?"

"Mmm… Here you go!" He contemplated for a second, thinking how the resources were really limited, but still offered it in the end.

The flickering candlelight danced across the worn parchment as Cole scribbled, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Though his handwriting wasn't the most elegant, the urgency of documenting his day's doings didn't question whether he should write or say it. 

He began by meticulously noting the detailed rescues, skirmishes, and the near-disaster with the falling beam, all embellished with a touch of self-importance and exaggeration.

'I have to make myself seem like the main character, don't I?'