Chapter Eighty Five : The Manrast Soldier

'This is real!'

‘It is happening!’

‘It is really happening!’

Young Ezra heard himself muttering panickily as he ran alongside the rest of the Manrast soldiers to clash with the oblivious Taghit army, and until that particular moment when his trembling legs were carrying him, following the flow of screaming men in armors, he didn’t believe that he was going to fight, kill, or be killed.

He was no soldier! He was no killer! And he had nothing to do with this war! This wasn’t his place nor the place he wanted to be, and while he ran almost absentmindedly, his life was flashing in front of his eyes, like those plays he used to see in the capital’s market when he was a child, the ones he was never fortunate enough to attend and watch until the very end, not when he was the son of a poor blacksmith who would spend his every penny on ail, those plays were a luxury l