"Long are the nights spent alone" words echo as in my head as I look through this book of blood, my blood.
The past is better left where it stands, though my time has been eternal and my memories of times long gone fresh in my mind, I stumble to remember a faint and distant past.
"You must live-!" blood splattering across my eyes as someone... someone I hold dear pushed me from an attack, I seldom as I had forgotten her face, the look in her eyes as her life leaves her all forgotten and lost.
"I must live" as I wander like a newly born, sore are my soles and my throat lost all of its moisture, walking aimlessly from town to town, I met a particular man.
His stature tall as can be, broad and heavy steps that exudes confidence, " Are you lost child? " a voice so big you might hear it from miles away, a boisterous man indeed. Strangely enough though this man big in size his heart out grows even his tall stature, taking care of a mere straggler and teaching him the ways of a sellsword
As the fire crackles and the food is cooked, I stopped my tale as it is time for me to head elsewhere, "thanks stranger, keep safe now" as the listners of this old tale of mine bid me adieu, I nod as I head wherever my feet takes me
