The Prophecy (Journal #1)

         O, what a glorious day today! I have been so fortunate to be blessed with great news; it is hard to believe all this news that has bestowed me today. The news is wonderful words that speak the truth of prophecies. The prophecies were given to me after the fierce war between the noble Scottish and Norwegians. I fought with mighty courage and violence leading Scotland to victory.

 As fellow Banquo and I were leaving the battlefield, and heading towards the king’s court at Forres, three witches appeared before us. Banquo asks if they are mortals, noting that they don’t seem to be inhabitants o’ th’ earth. These three weird sisters told events from the future, and spoke tales of my rise to power. The witches hailed me thane of Glamis and thane of Cawdor, I baffled at the second title. The witches proclaimed that I would become king one day; I was stunned and intrigued by this information. They called Banquo lesser than Macbeth, and greater, not so happy, yet much happier; then they told him that he will never be king but that his children will sit upon the throne. The witches vanish into thin air before I could ask questions.

          Fellow Banquo and I were in disbelief and discussed this matter immediately, but got interrupted with news notifying me I was reward title thane of Cawdor.  I would have not believed all that the weird sisters said if King Duncan had not rewarded me with the title, but now I do. Now the only thing that remains for me is to become King! I have been discussing the prophecy with my wife and she urged on slaying Duncan. Although I do not agree betraying the man who has trusted and promoted me, if he is in the way of me ascending to the throne, then it must be done, so that I become the rightful King of Scotland. 

All Hail Macbeth (Journal #2)

          My hands covered in blood, the deed is done, and Duncan is dead. I refused to go back to the sleeping chamberlains to place the daggers to frame the guards for Duncan’s murder. I heard a mysterious knocking; worried with guilt I question myself is this where I get caught? My wife and I washed all the blood off our hands, although it felt like a million years to clear off.  Macduff was the one knocking and he asks me if the king is awake. I lied and told him Duncan was still asleep. I lead Macuff to his bedroom and Macduff enters and cries o horror, horror, horror! And shouts the king is dead. I acted as if I was enraged and murder the guards. I explained in fury that Duncan’s death was so powerful I could not restrain myself and killed the guards.

           

          Now the day has come, since Malcolm and Donalbain fled, I am the new rightful king of Scotland! I am not finished yet, I must go further to extend my kingship to future generations, for this to happen, Banquo must die. I hired three of my men who are murders to assassinate Banquo and Fleance. I find out Fleance has escaped, but it’s alright. Later that night, I see Banquo, but I thought I killed Banquo. He would not let me enjoy the banquet being thrown in my honour. Worst of all, nobody else seemed to notice him, other than me. What is this madness? My lady exits everyone from the dinner, luckily, before I spilled the truth. Rest easy Duncan and Banquo, I will make sure your deaths were not meaningless; I will carry on and rule! 

The Last Battle (Journal #3)

            Dammit! My murders were unsuccessful, they killed Macduff’s family, but let Macduff escaped to England to Duncan’s son. At this very moment, Duncan and Malcolm are most likely marching towards me now. I feel confident in this battle as I was told by the apparitions summoned by the weird sisters said that none of woman can harm me. Also, I was told that I will rule securely until Birnam Wood removes to Dunsinane.

          

           I heard a women cry and got informed my wife has died. O well, I don’t really care anymore; I knew the guilt was getting to her head. My messenger came in with astonishing news that Birnam Wood are advancing towards Dunsinane. O my, it’s the prophecy, it’s true, and at least I will die fighting. On the battlefield, I swung my sword vigorously and stroked those in my way, slaying young Siward because no man born of a woman can kill me.

           

         At last I encounter Macduff, we fight, and I know I am going to win because I am unstoppable according to the prophecy. What kind of man is not born from a woman? Macduff tells me he was not of woman born, but rather from his mother’s womb. I suddenly fear for my life. I am the rightful king, I will not let Macduff and Malcolm win, and I will not surrender. This is the last battle and the fight to the death.