throughout my childhood, I've been a happy kid. even tho i was lonely all the time i still was happy, my father and i had a very close relation ship. he always told me stories from back in hi days, of how he was a royal guard of Solham and that he knew the king personally. he always says that the king resides in a castle very far from our house. he told me that the castle was located in the middle of Solham, which meant its really far away since we live on the edge of Solham
He also told me about some god.. when he said the god slept within the walls of Solham his face turned pale and he couldn't speak nor move for the next minute. When he came back to his sensed he was confused, this happens everything I ask about this ''god'' figure.
when I turned 12, father decided to expand the house. the house up until now has been a cube of wood, but now the house was becoming bigger and more complex. on my 14th birthday the house was as big as a mansion yet still not complete.
the house was mine and my fathers little project, we often, and i mean almost everyday built day in and day out on that thing. my father was everything to me, he was the only one i got. the only one that didn't make me lonely all of the time.
all of the days we spent together didn't feel like a dream back then but now... now that he's gone... it's just like a dream.