Volume Hundred and seventeen

This is the first time for me. Burying something that I didn't know that existed, I thought that the locals made the story up. Well I've finally found one, so it wasn't a myth. These people really did exist. I placed the picture back into his Pocket before placing him inside, after him being placed I started throwing dirt back into the hole. After about ten scoops of sand hand been placed inside, I began to cry. The thought of a young father taking his life cause of losing his family, his family probably never met the version of this man. The one that had met was the one that the war created. I tried covering up my tears with increasing my speed, it didn't help though. Cause the mage came over placing his hand on my shoulder. No words were exchanged between us. His actions was his words he helped me fill the grave, while filling the grave. The mage began to speak. His voice was slowed, " s-o Jim. Tell me the truth about this ceremony you do for those you don't know, I saw let these people rot where they stand. All your doing is wasting your energy on the idea of this person. Nobody would look at you differently if you would stop doing this, it seems useless to me!.". After filling the grave up. Snapping a taking piece of the barn, making another handmade cross. I've decided to write on this cross with my dagger, In graved the wood with these words. " A entrapped Man!". I know that this mage probably wouldn't understand what or why I would do such a thing. Even I don't support the war, I at least support those who stood up against evil. Yeah sure I love Adamsin with all respect, he was my male role model. A person who I entrust everything with. A man who didn't believe still prayed with me, gave back to those who were struggling. Before Adamsin went berserk. We lost his true self, I went back to his home. The only reason I knew where he lived was cause he showed me it if I ever wanted to visit. So one day I decided to visit him, I didn't see him at all. I knocked on the door. Nobody responded to me, so he must not have been there. Honestly know that I'm thinking about it. I never did have that last conversation with him. " I don't enjoy doing this!. It never gets easier for me, if I don't do this. I don't want there family or friends walking past, or visiting them. And seeing there hanging corpse, or skinned body. That's the least they would want to see. You may see it as a waste of energy which I could see if your point of view, know that I've told you my point of view which one sounds better for a grieving father or mother. I got caught doing this in Daragain, well to be exactly on the outskirts of Daragain. It was a very rough scene. At was a mangled boy, no older than four. He must had been sold to those whom live inside of Daragain. Once those people get enough excitement out of you, they either kill you or they hand you over to another person. So I was too late to save the mother from seeing the horror of the actions of evil. I use to doubt what I'm doing is actually a good thing, after I buried her only son. She hugged me very tightly with tears coming down. She whispered into my ear, " it's okay Sonny. I'm very grateful for you, I couldn't bury my son. If you every wonder what your doing is right or wrong, look at it from my point of view. I know that it's scary to take another outlook on life. I get that, if you don't take another outlook then things like this will scorn you for life. Or it will trigger another response. I've seen the other response, how about this the next time you see something like this?!.Take my out take on this serious issue. I walked back to my family, my party was with them talking about their favorite sweets. Thank goodness that these people don't look down on my family. I know that they are genuinely nice and care about my family, their faces and smiles are real. I've been around enough people I've seen all of it. The read person who I can't read right now is Marcus, well I've only just met the guy. Something isn't right with him. I can't read anything him, his body language, his eyes,his smile. Nothing is readable. I would hate to run into him in the battlefield, he would be a very unpredictable opponent. Whoever raised him done a good job on hiding his emotions, that's not the reason why he would be a good fighter. Apparently from Autumn he had the same abilities as Adamsin which is impossible for him to have it. That's we have to find the truth behind him, I'm going to tell my party about Marcus. Well at least more than I did before. After we regroup we began our journey foot towards Nord, I think there is one Kingdom on the way to Nord. Well I hope that it is still standing. It wouldn't matter they probably won't nothing to do with demons, which to be fair demons don't have the best history. I'm not saying I live all demons. Most of them are horrifying beings that fell down due to their rebellion against God. So I don't fell sorry those who think they are better than God. Passing through trees, a small fog merged before us. I'm not worried about the fog. Throughout all my experiences traveling through the woods nothing follows a fog, my vision became very limited into he Fog. A strong gust of wind caught my cape. I know this gust of wind!".