The Coming of the Traveler

19

I stood in the center of Zin Azshari at the secret entrance to the palace and still couldn't come to my senses. Too quickly events in my life succeeded each other. From the moment I woke up in the hospital, only two weeks had passed, I was allowed to get up and did only ten days ago, and it was hard to believe that the war with the silithids was over. That there are no more patrols in which it is possible to die every second, there is no threat of invasion for the next few hundred years, even six more years of service is not necessary, because I, like other defenders of Silithus, got the opportunity to leave the border. And now there was no need for a garrison in this fortress, because the enemy army was completely destroyed in that battle, of which I have only fragmentary memories.

There was something unreal about standing like this on one of the streets of a beautiful city, my hometown, and breathing in its air, in which there is no danger and fear. After all, Zin Azshari has been s