JOURNEY

The morning came and I began my preparation. My sword sharpens to a point I can hear it cutting through the howling winds. Rations prepared and the lightest equipment I can gather are all inside my bag. And so I did the same for my companion. Packing necessities he needs to carry, a share of things I conclude.

Stuffing the last things. I looked outside and saw the orange light piercing through the open window. And beside it is my companion still laying on his back like the loud sleepy head he is.

I set the bags and equipment aside. I walked towards the window. Grabbing the wooden chair near me, I place the chair near it. And let the air in, smelling the fresh breeze, I observe the people on the streets. Their shoes tapping the ground. Vendors setting up their stalls. The busy life in the city isn't even to be compared to the village life I had.

Only the farm and cattle are the only main source of income, but now I'm here.