The Oakhaven Guild

There was a light in sky, it was as if you were staring at the bright old sun, even though it was the nighttime. I've never seen such a beautiful thing running across the sky in my whole life. It was just time for supper with everyone with nice calm view of the moon and stars, dancing around the big bonfire to celebrate the birth of a couple children over this past month. Normally the town would only gather up for the success of each men in the war. It was a celebration deserved for all of the men who marched, all of the them including myself. To march for 11 years and travel across the great seas, across lands and mountains were a pain. But the pain brought out all the qualities that I lacked. It may just be myself but becoming a "seasoned veteran" in his first war made me the best man I could be. My father never had supported me even once throughout my life, when every person who could pick up a sword was chosen that was the time when I got to live out life. Even if I was at the very cliff where my life could jump out at any moment I still had people who I got close with. And all of them were better fighters than me, it was as if they were able to carry a bastard sword and a shield on the other hand at the age of six. I was not a great swordsman, I was below anyone else. Yet I was the only person on that group to survive.