Having escaped the ruins I start walking the direction of what I assume is my country. With nothing but the clothes on my back and my new sword I trudge on, even using my sword to support myself.
I walk and I walk but I see no end to it. With only my emotions to fuel me I go on.
“I have to live on”
“Live on”
“Live…”
It was then I collapsed. I can’t do anything anymore. My legs have given up on me. I can barely keep awake.
“Not yet…”
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“Hmm these clothes… are the Katillian armies’…”
Why are we sending young kids like this to the front. Isn’t it our jobs as adults to foster the next generation? Instead we’re sending them to their deaths. How many young soldiers have I passed on the way back to the capital? All of them entrusted their lives to me, to their country. Because of that they paid with their lives. And for what? The Pashan army still head on its way to the capital. There is no way of stoping them right now especially now that I’m here away from the front lines. I need to hurry back I can still salvage the situation. But what about this young boy here? He’s…still alive! What resilience! This boy shall live. I will make sure of that. I swear as a General of Katillia that at the very least this boy shall make it.
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I don’t know if this boy is lucky or cursed. Honestly if he had died here he would at least be at peace. This man saving the boy just set a chain of events that even I don’t know what the conclusion will be. I’ve stayed in that cave for more than 200 years, wondering if I would ever be set free. In that span I learned that hatred never did solve anything. I know nothing of the world as it is right now however I do know that strength and wisdom are absolute. Will this boy be consumed by hatred just as I did or will he go down a different path and watch a scenery even I had never seen. Time will tell if he’s worthy of holding this much power in his grasp. And till then he must be guided.
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With that the man carries the passed out Louie and continues to walk into the dead of the night.