We roamed looking for a place. Moving away from everything we had after we were not sure why. It was a journey without a path, a path without a goal, a simple stroll through empty land. We walked as a real people who left behind his past attacked by barbarian tribes. We considered wiser to flee to plant a battle with no chance and now walked us away from what little (or nothing) that we were leaving our fate in the randomness of the gods and waiting for help from you.
Our faces were bright reflections of despair. There were no leaders, no guides, no illusions or dreams. And so people were walking along to anyone automotive led the march. It was an untenable situation and someone hadto take over. I do not know if anyone else raised this idea at the time, but had to do something. I squeezed a bit of pace and overtook the group. I turned and I faced. It was time to say a few words of encouragement, it was time to restore some hope to those hearts tortured. The words came out alone, the inspiration came from somewhere and I plunged into its liquid interior, and in the end, I thanked the gods.
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