The intense sea breeze made me understand a thing: We did finally go, our journey starts right now and only now, and me, my crew, and the mercenaries escorting us left the port of my beautiful and lovely Sancalgor de Vissatia, we are in open sea, and in a part with a lot of purity of it judging by the intense breeze.

I'll not lie, seeing all those soldiers say goodbye to their families and spouses makes me jealous, having people wishing well for you and your safety must be awesome, yeah, the Pontífice says that whenever we pray aren't lonely, but still, during the traditional reciting of the Bon Biagio I felt lonely and not even a bit comforted...

Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.

Sigh

Unfortunately the Fate has decided that I can't impregnate any women, and unluckily I grasped this too late, wasting my young years trying to have a child meanwhile, everyone around me had their lives going on and when I finally knew the impossibility of my obsession everyone already forgot about me, my "wife", my parents, sisters, brothers, "frien-

Smack