Lord of the Rings Story(Redone)1

"Dear Diary,
Mother has bought me this book, she says to write down everything that i see and do so that i may look back on it later in life. Where shall i start? The begginning would probably be best with my name. Well it is Kyra. Go ahead and laugh, i've gotten used to it. Where i live that is definatly not the most common name, but i didnt have a say in choosing my own name. If i could have i would've went with something elegant or fun like Rosie or Arowyn. But mother says i was blessed with a beautiful and unique name. I have, well had two older brothers. Timothy and Antony.Timothy is eldest then Antony then me but now that Antony is gone it is just the two of us. I remember the day that he died. For it is engraved into my mind as the day that i killed my best friend. It was before supper on a warm summer afternoon. Me, Timothy, and Antony were swimming in the lake near the old blossom tree. Timothy was trying to catch fish and me and Antony were playing in the water. Then a storm came that changed the sky from a brilliant blue to a gloomy, heart shattering gray. Timothy pulled his boat in and told us to come in to shore. But me being hardheaded didnt listen. Antony was already out and calling for me while Timothy brought the carriage closer to shore. I remember seeing himcrouching on the small hill over the lake. I can still hear the raining striking the surface of the lake, the small grumbles that the sky made and hearing Antony's voice yelling for me to come in. I reached out for his hand and he did the same for mine but he slipped. Antony slipped into the lake and hit his head on the rock. I remember trying to grab onto him so that i could swim us both to shore but it was too late. The lakes current dragged farther and deeper into the water till all i could see was darkness. Then....nothing. I woke up in my room covered in wet clothes but under covers in my bed. I sat up and looked over to see my brother Timothy sleeping on the floor. I wrapped my arms around my body to try and keep warm. Then i looked down at my clothes and i saw Antony's blood. I screamed and woke up Timothy. He was beside me in a second and holding on to my arms trying to calm down. I could hear my mother screaming and crying and i looked over at my brother. He looked as if he was crying. Then i finally understood that Antony was gone, and it was all my fault. He would never be able to cheer up my day, i would never hear his voice tell my goodmorning or goodnight. Never again would i hear his boots hit the ground to tell me he was home from fishing or playing with his friends. I had lost my best friend and it was all my fault. Then life got harder for the three of us. Food was harder to come by because now we only had one person to catch it. So Timothy thought it best if he left for the war so that we would be able to get free food every month. My mother and i begged him not to go but he didnt listen. Then my mother became ill and i had to take care of her. News reached my grandfather about his daughter being sick so he came to help take care of her. He was a swordsman so he taught me how to fight with one and made me a bow and a few arrows. But he was old so he died. Which left me alone taking care of my mother. The doctors have told me that the sickness is to far along and that she may not see my next birthday, maybe not even my next summer. So now mother is sending me to stay with a friend of hers but im worried, what if this is the last time i see her. I must go nighthas fallen and i have to leave in the morning."
I closed up my diary and and grabbed the candle that lit the way for my writing. I walked over to my bed. I placed the candle on the table next to my bed and climbed in. I put out the candle and leaned back into the pillows. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.