Disclaimer: I am nothing but a fool. Obviously.
When I was 2 years old, I dreamt of a life.
A life that belong to a man who had lived honorably but had died tragically. He was a man that valued the way of the sword. He lived by the sword and died by the sword.
I want to be just like the man in my dreams. I want to become a determined person that had strength and power to backup my words and actions in the future.
The man, although, had lived in a shabby old cottage, had riches.
Riches that I wanted for myself too!
His riches were not of the amount of gold or silver, or fame. He had power, loyal-ties and knowledge. Knowledge from experiences. I want them too.
a/n. Im experimenting.