21: Merry

Kaleb

“You may still consider yourself a Rocainian, but you're at Forestille now,” Darla said to me. “And Forelenes are humble.”

She then left.

Of course, I could never take away the fact that I was born in Rocain land, and was taught to see other people from different tribes as enemies, but what I also couldn’t change was the fact that mother was also a Forelene.

“Keep running and never turn back for there is nothing to return to. Head southwards until you find a town called Forestille. It will be your own home. Forelenes are nice warm-hearted people by nature. They shall take you in for you are also Forelenes,” I remembered mother's quotes.

I had always wondered what it would've been like if I and Alec escaped together. He always seemed like the smart one, so what would he have done in this case?

Should I still hold on to that belief of being a Rocainian who was born into this world just to fight in the war we ourselves wedge?

Right here at Forestille, they said was a kind happy pla
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