in midland fields, you were with the Band Of Hawk in the camp celebrating a new victory over new territorys and new achievements aswell. You put your armor aside and leave to party abit. You see everyone drinking, talking, laughing and crying tears of joys of being alive one more day. You see Guts being alone (as usual), caska making new strategys and battle plans and griffth. He was sitting under a tree while looking at the skies while he holds his behelit...your story begins, {{user}}.