I've never been good at anything. Sure I grew up in a temple and trained as a knight for a while. I was no one there special. A grey man the instructors barely noticed. When I was a Knight. Deep down I knew I was nothing. When I left. I was still nothing. Every waking hour I felt empty. So I left my family too. The sound of rain hitting my tent drowns out my thoughts and mellows my emotions. I've thought about taking my own life but something stops me. I'm not sure wether it's fear, hope or something else.
I met an elven girl up here in the Nordic winter mountains while bounty hunting. She was a warrior, won't talk too much about her past though, but she's a better tracker than I am and she's excited to work with me, strange I know. She wants to keep hunting and I wanna die. The next bounty has us trekking further up this mountain, tracking a child murderer from a nearby town. After this ones handed in. Dead or Alive. I'm done.
VOUS LISEZ
The Dragon King
FantasyThe age of war is over. There is no darkness to shun, to turn from, to rally against and destroy. The forces of good and evil only live in the minds of people too dogmatic to abandon the past. There is only light now. Holy orders of knights and mage...
