"Life has that tendency; that she will turn all odds against a soul and no circumstance will be the same after such point. It is a trait of how greatly unpredictable the future is."
~
Michavel's Residential Cottage,
The City of Descandville,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Nightfall,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
Nathan Jehu sat there, with a sleeping Aldric curled up in his arms. Michavel was there, seated beside him and they were listening to Jaycob narrating the details of all that had occurred during his trip to the Chief Palace.
"I truly did meet Seina", the olive haired man said, facing Nathan.
He perked up, nodding vigilantly. "So she truly was there?"
