It has been two years since the day he left. It's been a long while. How did I manage to live these two years? I have no idea. The only thing I knew was that I was not actually living. I was more like a robot following a routine.
The king had asked me to stay in the barracks… The barracks of the three main armies of Astrana. I had to live in each barrack for six months, learning and practising the war skills.
For the first six months, I was living in the North in the region of the Black wings. I came to know that Alastair was one of them. Not just one of them. He was the commander of the Black Wing soldiers. I found myself not surprised at the fact. Well, nothing surprised me those days. I actually didn't care.
