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"I can still see it. Those cold, dark eyes. That hateful glare of inevitable revenge, and the sad acknowledgment of unintentional betrayal. Twice have I seen this glare, once years ago, and now paved in my imagination as I lie on my deathbed, drifting more and more towards darkness every second time passes.
“Sunny days. Here, they are few and far between, but that makes them all the more beautiful,” my friend says. There was me, Ramza, and my best friend since as far back as I can remember, Delita. We were walking in a rather poor town, one of those where not having clothes stained with feces or blood. Not to get recognition of course, I was simply a soldier for the Royal Family, and Delita simply a traveler who slept wherever he could. We were on our way to Dorter Trade City, the market place of Verona, our home. I had received payment today for my services to the family. It was a small payment, only about 200 shillings, but I should be grateful, as the family has provided me with a home in the castle, as well as food, thanks to my brother, that is Galandrius, being one of the head Knights for the Family. Becoming a Knight, that’s always been my dream. An inept one Galandrius says, but mine none-the-less.
Whenever I tell him of my dream, he simply shakes his head and says “Oh Ramza, you think too fast. You don’t have the attitude nor the courage to fight as a true Knight. Stay as what you are, or become a Jester, or something along those lines..”
“Brother, you have paid little attention to me over the years, how would you know my personality?”
“Ramza, you just don’t realize how much I keep an eye on you. I raised you, I tried to shape you into a figure of mine, but instead you simply insist on being somewhat of a Rebel, and a misfit to the Family. Unless you show strong maturity before you strike the age of 18, I suggest you don’t get too hopeful.”
I was deep in thought and mild hatred when Delita tapped me on the shoulder. “You alright, brother?” he asked with concern deep in his voice. “You look like someone has hit you upon the skull with a blunt mace, you do!”
“I’m fine” I responded despondently. “Just..deep in thought you could say.”
“I understand” Delita said through laughter. “Happens to me often, but don’t stay in thought too long, I can see the horizons of Dorter from here!”
I smiled at him, one of those false reassuring smiles that I doubt he actually believed. “Yes, what do you plan to spend your gold on?”
“HAH!” he responded in that fake laugh of his. “Gold is not something I see much of in these days, at least not in my possession. I was thinking of snatching some of those chicken pies from that bakers stand, not sure. I am hungry though, that apple I had on the road didn’t help much.”
We continued to walk quietly, observing the nature all around us until
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