Sand blew around the legs of the heavily cloaked man as he trudged along the dusty desert path. He carried himself with a fatality common to those who live a day at a time, simply because it is too crushing to believe that tomorrow will be as harsh as today. The intense heat caused him to swoon but he did not remove his garments. He would need those for the chill of the cruel night.
He looked forward, straining his eyes to the North, where the great mountain passes were mere shadows. His home lay in that direction and he thought he could just see the smudge in the distance...his home...
Home...
The greatest challenge in life is the challenge of hoping. Hope, such a magical word. It can make slaves into warriors and kings into gods. Can I hope?
In my journey through Fidelitas Honorem Voluntarius, I will use euphemisms in place of the actual name of friends, partially to obscure the meaning to both friends, and foes, and partially to have some fun. All I can say about this is: "He who has ears, let him hear. He who has eyes, let him see."
Good night.
Good night.
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