War is a curious thing.

It is spanned inside of your guts, and it grows, with only one thing in mind: I will not and shall not change, because my 'i' cannot die and change.

When I see inside the pools of light of the children and connect with my own, I feel once again the happiness and I... don't want to fight.

I don't wanna say, that I don't fear for my life.

I know that I have to be stronger that what the place is asking me to be: a lot of breathing, less gallows and dungeons, more free sun.

I feel sad, because this is going to be a little to hard and I wish that I can do the best I can. I can save the wave from this side of the Cliff Kingdom, you know?

((To be finished))