Eoman: A Hero's Story
-by Lord Perseus

1. To Mischa,

Dirt. Dirt and horses. Just those two for days.. weeks.. maybe even months.. I can't stand them no longer. As my legs are covered with dirt and my boots are full of it, I completely smell like a horse! And what for? Some place.. Most of us don't even know the name of it or who has claimed it from the other this time. We just march, all day long, put up a camp at nightfall, eat some, sleep some, pack up the camp again and repeat the progress. For just a few gold coins a day! I'm getting tired of this, this, soldiers life.. Like you can call this bunch of fools soldiers.. If we fought now we'd just get slaughtered by that enemy, who we don't even know yet! This soldiers life.. I'm getting sick of it. I might just dessert now, who would care? I'd just take this horse, take a good ride and I'm gone.. And that's why I'm scribbling on this piece of paper, which should look like a letter. All the thoughts of the last days, simplified here, so that you understand. And so that you know I care for you and that I wish you the best in life.. Because I'm going away.. Yes, I'm just gonna go! Explore the world, see other things! Heck knows what I'll discover.. But I'll probably never see you again, which does hurt me.. But you must know, if I dessert, which I will, I just can't return.. I'll never be able to return to you, the city or any other place in Bragion. God, why is this decision so hard... Just..just find another man, start to love him and forget about me! I know it will be hard but.. You just have to. As clear as that. You have to. You have to forget about me too.. It's no use loving someone who's gone, even if they still live somewhere.. Just! Just.. Just get over me.. As hard as that may sound. With my deepest regards and love,