Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
"It hurts to see that, according to my experience, those that are not willing to fight are often the ones that die first. I hope that I am wrong this time. In my world, there is one war after another. Peace never lasts long. You must always be ready for war and fight for your life." He seemed lost in thought.
"My condolences, young one. Love is the reason why I learned to fight. I know your grief." At this moment he seemed tired and almost regretful.
"Where I come from, if you want to prove that you are a good fighter, you go on a journey to fight hydras, dragons, giants, and more. Many die that way, but those who survive are either lucky, good, or cowards." he said sternly. "The true problem with war is the good ones die or change in a way that you can't tell anymore that they are the good ones. The only one that winning is death." He rubbed his hands, still trying to wash the blood that only he saw away.
"That is an interesting way to do it. I would be honored to meet her."he says it with emphasis. "You only talked about the old gods, what are the new ones the voice and...?" he asked with renewed vigor and a smile. There are no fangs.
"Amazing, I like that! Maybe once we get to know each other better, I can learn from you. I would love to make art again." A warm smile appeared on his face again. "I don't know if I can stay long enough to take a house for myself, but I would like to learn more about this world and its people." Darkeye wondered why the young one looked for the weather, but maybe there were storms and other danger. This guy seemed trustworthy enough to follow him and learn about this new world, so he followed him.
"My condolences, young one. Love is the reason why I learned to fight. I know your grief." At this moment he seemed tired and almost regretful.
"Where I come from, if you want to prove that you are a good fighter, you go on a journey to fight hydras, dragons, giants, and more. Many die that way, but those who survive are either lucky, good, or cowards." he said sternly. "The true problem with war is the good ones die or change in a way that you can't tell anymore that they are the good ones. The only one that winning is death." He rubbed his hands, still trying to wash the blood that only he saw away.
"That is an interesting way to do it. I would be honored to meet her."he says it with emphasis. "You only talked about the old gods, what are the new ones the voice and...?" he asked with renewed vigor and a smile. There are no fangs.
"Amazing, I like that! Maybe once we get to know each other better, I can learn from you. I would love to make art again." A warm smile appeared on his face again. "I don't know if I can stay long enough to take a house for myself, but I would like to learn more about this world and its people." Darkeye wondered why the young one looked for the weather, but maybe there were storms and other danger. This guy seemed trustworthy enough to follow him and learn about this new world, so he followed him.
— the smartest do
