The battle of states continue… I never rest, battling and fighting against the strong warriors of the enemies. Days after days… As a commander of my great and mighty army, I shall show no sign of weariness. My footmen are strong and vigilant. My archers are alert and accurate. My knights are steady and great. I am all ready for another battle. The morale of the camp is high right now.

Little did anyone know, I am actually very tired and sick of fighting. Blood are shed, life are lost. Why can’t the peace come to us? We are subjects of state but we are human too. Since 15, I wore the armour and fight numerous battles, there were victories and we rejoiced. When we lost, we retreated and fought on the next day.

When I was 23, I returned to the capital with triumph against the neighbour state of Sofin. The king granted us to return home to prepare ourselves for the next battle against the state of Ausneu. I was all excited, I finally got to return home to see my wife-to-be. A woman who had changed my life.

I returned home to come to realize she decided to leave me. She never wanted me to fight, to be in the army. I was sad, I wanted to give up my official but I decided not. This trip home was a terrible one. Everyone returned home with smile and joy except me, face of sorrows and tears.

Whenever the king granted us permission back to our hometown, I have this fear. The fear to face her, the fear to look into her eyes, the fear to talk to her. Her presence never fails to make me feel hurt… My heart is crying but whom can I turn to? Everyone has his or her own agenda and time is short. Before I found one, I am off to the battlefield again. I wish I could stop fighting…