Dragzaval

Hi, you probably don’t remember me but I was known as Haze Haddock a few years back.

Sitting down exhausted after a whole day of doing who knows what, a folded peice of paper catches your eye. By how small it was folded, you almost mistook it for a feather tucked in through your window crevice, the wind threatening to pull it away with them. 
          
          Quickly, you pinch the paper the rest of the way through to see what it had to say. Who knows? You could have a new adventure written in ink. Excitedly, you unfolded it to read neat calligraphy writing that touched one edge of the paper to the other, reading it said...
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          You have no idea how to read cursive. Seems like you may need to ask around for some help or even search for the one who even dared put it in your window to begin with. Have a lively day~

Yes hello I’d like to reply to your comment, but because it is hidden I can’t reply there 
          
          1) You don’t get to decide when and where you die. In war it happens, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. If it’s a soldier’s death or a civilian’s, at the end of the day if they die then fate has spoken. 
          
          2) because there will never be a happy war-family in my stories MWUAHAHAHAHA >:D 

Hey buddy. Haze is mine! (Teasing, don't get offended) but still mine xD