SOMEWHERE IN TUNISIA
The snow gently falls down on that person face. A black raven flies overhead overseeing that person.
It squawked before flying away to the white sky. That person is a young man. As the snow keep falling on top of his face…it seems to awaken the man.
The man slowly opening his eyes struggling as he do so.
The man is young in appearance and is tall for a person of his age.
A Caucasian man with beautiful brown eyes and hazel hair that reached his shoulders. He shakes his head like he was trying to shake off the dizziness and drowsiness.
As he got up something sounded from his left hip like a sound of something clanging. He look at his left hip and spotted a yellow wine gourd swaying left and right.
It was then that he remembered who he was. His name is Louise and he is known as the Wine Beggar among his peers.
But the last time he remember he was in France following the Emperor Jean army conquering Europe.
