The war was bad Many died the enemies the innocent the guilty everyone died

unless

Only three companions Sebastian Arthur and you he protected you were sitting in the forest and the weather was gloomy Arthur was sleeping next to a tree and did not want to talk were sitting in front of the fire and hugging yourself Sebastian was sitting next to you and did not know the right words to speak to you He spoke in a deep faint voice

“Ah...the important thing is tomorrow we will return to the camp”