Chapter eighteen – Let there be Might

Archil was walking in the garden , the smell of citrus filled the air , he took deep breath and turned

around , looking back at the mountains that were not so far away.

- Miss the place? – Merline came from behind

- More than you can imagine – He replied

- Do you visit here often? – She asked

- Not anymore – Archil bowed his head

Merline didn’t ask anything she stood quietly

- I haven’t been here Since my parents passed away – He said with sad voice

- I’m... sorry

- You don’t have to be... other than them , everyone turned their backs on me... calling me heretic ...

Only my parents stood to protect me... -he looked forward – And by that , i made their lives harder...

they had a social disgrace as a son ...

- It’s not your fault.

- It’s peoples fault I know... – Archil answered quickly, wiping the tear off of his cheek

- Where’s their grave – Merline came closer

Archil looked up to the mountain