How it Ends
It was Riiger’s pack, I had finally found it.
I carried Riiger’s pack back to my tent; it was considerably light, it seemed the essentials such as blankets and ammunition were taken out already but the personal belongings were still there. There were some clothes and a journal left in it. I didn’t recognize the clothes; they didn’t make any sense to me. But the journal looked familiar; it was covered in snake skin. Riiger would scribble on it every day, he named the journal Meelah never got to know why. I pull it out; carefully open it to a random page “Day 3 in the Northern Border, of Month 3. Hey Meelah, it’s been awhile. I’m sorry about that. The battle was pretty thick today; the smoke f
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