It is difficult to explain everything that happened in brief, I don't even know where to start. I am Mihael and I am a soldier, well I was. Everything started when all ended. I died there, in the street, shot by someone who I thought was a companion of mine. We evidently had different ideas and he was unwilling to discuss them peacefully. I still remember that feeling. The cold beaten earth. It was night, after a long time I still remember it. The camp light obscured the stars. I felt the blow and nothing else. I fell to the ground as if I had foreseen it for days now and I had already resigned myself to the idea.
Nothing matters now. I have no grudges against Fredric or Nathan who never loved me even though my feelings for her were as pure and true as the rose that I grew only and only for her in secret in a small piece of land still fertile near our camp. I could have grown some food, maybe potatoes, but no. A rose. Just for her.
But nothing mattered to her and maybe it doesn't matter to me anymore either. Many years have passed, the battle has been lost and I have moved on to the opposing side. Yes, you got it right: I returned from beyond on a secret mission to help those who were my enemies and now I live with them. When I first arrived in that village I was upset. I didn't know what to do, where to go, also because I had to protect the boy who killed my best friend in front of me. Maybe that was what brought me down. He was the person I most admired. And he knew it. He loved me too. We were friends and aware of being one in a mutual way.
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The unaware 1 - The granny
HorreurWhat is it like to be dead? What is it like to be dead and not knowing? An incomprehensible anguish of loneliness that will follow you throughout the story.
