Before Hadden could realize it was happening, he was 25. 12 years had passed in the blink of an eye with barely anything of note happening in his life.
He still felt no different than the 13-year-old kid who had just lost his village and was forced to leave with a completely unknown man. He had never felt as much pain in his life since that day. Not even the weeks of torture he had to go through to be ready for his lesson could prepare him for this.
He reached for the medallion that hung around his neck and pulled out something.
A small golden urn lay on his hand, which he placed on the ground before him. He looked at the urn and gave a small smile. It had only been in recent times that he had been able to do this.
The urn contained the ashes of his family that he always kept by his side. With them hanging around his neck, he always felt as though they were right by his side.
He said nothing and just looked at the urn with smiling eyes.
