Chapter 7 - The Commander

Once upon a time in a village within the border's of The Empire. There was a boy. A normal boy. Nothing special, nothing grand, just a normal boy. One day, an army came and killed many people from that village. As a soldier was going to kill him, a man with a sword half as large as his body saved him.

The man told him to run. So the boy obeyed. He ran.

The next day, the boy came back to see to ruins of his village. Everyone was dead. All except his savior. He was on the ground and had his back against a wall. He told the boy that if they ever met again, he hoped that he'd be a warrior, and a good man.

The boy promised. The man died smiling. So then the boy became a soldier.

It was hell. His legs were in agony, his arms aches and his lungs burned everyday he went to sleep. But he endured.

Soon, the pain lessened as he gained more friends. As his position grew, he met more people. Some corrupted, some annoying, some nice, and some he would give anything to protect. Then, he was demoted.

As he was sent to battle, he felt danger. So he told his best friend, who was a soldier. He told him. "Walk home, go to sleep, spend time with your wife, stay warm, stay safe, and be happy. Otherwise I'd feel your sour mood from the other side of the world. Don't come in tomorrow. Don't worry, I excused you."

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As the commander sat in a bar, he was about to walk through the door, until he saw a similar man. He smiled and he drank with the man. Then, he walked out.