Role

Chapter 1

Life goes on, continue. Ive been continuing this fight that has been going
on for so long. Day and night, I am on the battlefield, bloodied and bruised.
People arent much aware of what we do and how harsh this life is. I am not
regretting it though I know now that if you do not have someone or something
to hold on to, you can fall from that thin line that is the life of the
Maran. To me, of course I fight for the people without asking any praise.
Although, I also fight for someone, I fight for Lady Baerinika.

You may ask why though and I can answer easily. It all began that night when
I was on the battlefield and fought that foul giant beast, Igbah. It was a
good fight but I did not succeed. This is when though I became as a Maran and
she told me : Be strong, Maran. Those words, I carry them on for those I care
about because they were good to me. I felt that I was not alone for this
fight and there was compassion in her voice, motivation too.

Then we met and I have been amazed by her beauty. That day, I have become the
Captain of the Brigade. I did not expect that but we had a talk and I have
felt like I was needed. I am no man of words. I have always felt that they
would always be lost in the wind as I spoke then. I have trusted my abilities
though, as a fighter, and I would like by my actions, doing more than I can,
just to show what must be done. The others, they say I am doing a good work,
which makes me glad. And I also hope I can do more for my Lady.

This is why I have been looking for her. I want her guidance, I wish to
become her student. I need her to find a way and become a harder wall in the
Fortress. I wish to live on longer and stronger. This is why I have been in
the Misty Jungle and this is why I have met with Feilinal.

I also wish, before I die, to see another one of those tournaments like my
village had. One of all the rogues and warriors can participate. This could
be a perfect test of my training as it would rely mostly on the will to fight
and the pure strength of the combatant. Perhaps Kostyan would be there...as
Igbah. This could be interesting.

I grow older as time goes by...I may live to see my 50th birthday...perhaps
more. Though as I die, I hope that I may have done a difference in this
war...