The Dink

  I just realize now that you didn't love me at all.

  Though I wouldn't hate you.

  You know my love at heart.

  You are just a woman. A woman I loved ever.

  I don't want to fume at you because I also made a mistake.

  Nothing. There is nothing true.

  And you are a woman. Just a woman.

  A tale of the Guardian of the Amon

  Since the creation of time, No ages and lands has been no  warfare. Conflicts is destiny for being. Ar Katos, the name is known in Vilmrne Kingdom as the guardian of the Amon.  I would like to tell one of the legends from now.

  The legends. It sounds like so gloriously. However, those are almost all trivial tales in nature. The following is also the one.

"Wait, what did you say?"

  At that time, Ar doubted his ears. But his most reliable friend, Viran Sixerdinn, undoubtedly said that a woman who Ar loved in his heart passionately talked about Ar.

"Yes, she talked about you. Come again, you!"

  Ar recalls those days, looking down large enemy force in front of him and his loyal cavalry from a top of Ralemonce Hill. He committed any offense? No, he loved a woman. That's all for him even if he die in vain.

  I always feel sorrowful when telling this tale for imagining his feelings for his woman. He was an untouched man except  himself. Sure, let's take it.

  Ar Katos was born with ugly appearance. His face was like old swine and his skin was wrinkled genuinely. His parents were disappointed by thier first child's appearance. A fact that was miserable for him was that he was also highly sensible. He got a sense of scorn for him always. Though, he didn't lose compassion for others at any price. All right, he didn't be loved by his parents and many other people in his childhood. But he was loved by a few people from the heart due to his tenderness and it would suffice for everyone. It was so for him too. Those painful experiences made him a man who could feel the pain in someone's heart.