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FORTIFICATION
Chapter Two
A young man running with all his might groping the walls of obscurity...
The chatter of the nearby town quickly enlivened the footsteps of the lighthearted Koryu. He had been following the slow pace of a couple of old villagers who had ventured into the forest collecting herbs and leaves of different plants. He kept his distance from them as far as possible, making certain he wasn't detected. On his way, he himself had collected a wide array of odd shaped fallen leaves, some in shapes he could readily identify with. One had the shape of a temple; the other had the shade of dusk. It fascinated his troubled mind and every addition to the collection gave him an unusual feeling of contentment.
It was already dusk and soon, Koryu ventured alone into a lively little town where many people still walked the streets and many vendors pleaded people passing by to buy their wares. One such vendor called to him and Koryu curiously approached her. She was an old but strong lady, and he could see that she was skilled at what she does, selling knitted clothing from hats to socks and little leather purses and bags. Koryu thought of his own satchel that was patched up in many places and smelled of old age. It must be older that me he thought remorsefully. He stared at the new bags and wondered how he was going to get money to get those. His conscience spoke to him and told him that before you think of getting one of those, you better find a place to spend the night. The streets won't do, as well as running back to the forest. Koryu looked at the old woman and gave her a weak smile. "See anything you want, little boy?" He shook his head. "Where's your parents?" He shook his head again. The sudden thought of having no parents made his eyes start to filling with tears. So why aren't my parents with me? He kept on drawing deep breaths till he was finally able to speak without bursting into tears. Slowly, he told the woman, "I don't have parents." She smiled at him. "Poor you, who's taking care of you then?" Koryu smiled back weakly. He couldn't tell her that he ran away from the temple. What should I tell her? He looked down at his feet and hurriedly tried to find an answer but couldn't. The old woman now looked at him questioningly.
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