Today Par dragged all of the bodies too the field outside the grove. He piled them up with some dried grass and firewood Tiddol and the rest left behind. It didn’t take long for the entire pile to catch fire. It burned from mid-morning to late afternoon, dying down shortly before I am writing this. All that is left is a pile of ash and bones.

I still haven’t fully comprehended this event. We were attacked, but why? What would cause a bunch of goblins to attack us here? What could they possibly want from us? It’s not like we have a bunch of food, or anything even remotely valuable.

I realised that thinking about it won’t lead me to any answers after thinking about it for hours. It would have been a waste of time, but it’s not like there was anything for me to do anyway.

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Around noon I asked Par for a storybook, I just wanted something to take my mind off of everything. He ended up recommending an interesting story.

The story was about a common soldier. This soldier fought hard and fought well. He quickly rose through the ranks, gaining land, status, and a noble title. Eventually, this man who had started out as a mere soldier was appointed to be the king’s personal guard. He bonded with the king over the years, becoming like brothers until the day he took a blade for the king. The once soldier was celebrated throughout the land after his death, but ultimately it was in vain as the king soon fell ill from grief and died, leaving his wife to rule the kingdom.

It was a sad story, but I liked it.