A celestial soldier, a man that had lived not even a fraction of his lifespan, stood guard. He was a good soldier, one that was on his way to a higher position due to his merits. He had been a warrior for five years, and this was his last assignment.
A month more, and he would go back to Babylon, the capital of Celestia, a land of gold and good fortune, a land envied by their enemies, and in the hearts of its people.
"Haaa..."
He took a deep sigh, and drank a glass of water. Feeling the cold water slide down his throat invigorated him, he placed one foot on the walls and stared at the forest beyond him.
"One more month...and I will be a centurion."
In charge of a hundred men, that was nice. It was a dream of his come true, he, who was born into an average family, and did not possess a noble soul. The quality of his soul was subpar by celestial standards, but he was happy, nonetheless.
"I do hope the young noble is okay."
