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Forgotten Battles
Foreword
Bjorn ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Walking always helps thinking; at least it helps me to think. Some times it is useful, some times it isn't; it depends on what you are thinking.
If anybody, ever, gets his or her eyes over these lines I think they are going to get disappointed, not for its content (I don't minimize my thoughts, I'm not that miserable) but for the people that takes the role of storytellers, many of them are well-known, but many are not.
Anyway, that's not really important.
I told you that walking helps me thinking. It must because I'm always walking. My name is Bjorn (don't blame me, I didn't choose the name) and my occupation is hunting. It is not really a job, I do it for pleasure; but many times I'm asked to hunt and I'm paid for it, so I think it counts as one. I go from town to town searching unnatural events (such as ghost, evil spirits, rare creatures, you know...), investigate them, and, if they represent a risk for the general population, erase them.
But it's not as easy as it seems. It's dangerous, your life's always threatened, and not only by strange creatures, evil spirits, but for humans too. There's a war, a world war.
The big boys of the fire nation have conquered many territories in the four nations (well, indeed three nations, one belonged them from the start) and they don't see with good eyes that a silly man is investigating.
The same goes for the soldiers of the other nations.
All of them seem to believe that I am some kind of spy. I try to explain them it's not the case, they don't believe me, try to arrest me, and when the things get worse, free me to fight and die for they respective nations, while they run to save their existences.
It's funny, indeed.
That's because I try to travel at nights, the air is fresh, all are sleeping, there are not many patrols; and if there were, I wear a black coat, so I just get out of the path to the trees, and I'm covered, almost invisible.
But that leaves me alone (well, I have two partners who joined me few months ago, but they decided to take another path, hope to see them soon), alone with my thoughts. That's the reason for what I've started to write some paragraphs, as a download while I'm walking.
I don't know how often I'll be able to do it, or even think it. Now the moon is full, the wind is calm and the stars shine quietly in the sky; but who knows later. Well, at least the Earth Kingdom is wide; sure I'll be able to...
Damn it!
A shadow just passed by, don't have an idea of what it was, but it was big, winged, and by those screams, very ugly...
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This was just a little introduction to the mind of one of the main characters that I'll display through the story, mixing them with the well known characters of the show. Hope you like it. This story belongs to a series of works that I call "The tales of the forgotten".
If you like, review my works; not only the story, but the use of the idiom too (I think it's a little bit obvious that I'm not a native speaker of English) to improve the quality of the works.
Thanks.