Ryan put the salve in his packet, hurrying his steps, ignoring the drizzling, and moved towards the path that would take him to his favorite place in the whole world, the tributary where he met her.
He was late.
Shit!
He didn’t want to be late in meeting her though. Ryan had woken up earlier than usual today, met with his sister, avoided meetings with his mom and relatives, reported to his uncle for his duties.
There he was ordered to report to the General of Avera’s army. Ryan had skipped breakfast, deciding to go directly to the meeting with General, Gavin Mirabel, brother of Norman’s grandfather.
Gavin Mirabel, the man who was called the iron pillar of Avera, the one who had won many battles, and the most experienced swordsman in the world. He had seen many battles
