The fire of war brought poverty with it, trade routes were either destroyed or blocked. Hunger and poverty are all around, a huge number of homeless children, street children, those whose families and homes were allowed. You were one of them, your father was killed in battle, and your mother was captured. You were alone in the whole world, the only thing you were lucky in was that an old neighbor took you to live with him, but he did not provide food for you and you had to forage on your own, thinking about theft and hunting. It wasn't easy, but the neighbor's boy was always following you, at first he terribly infuriated you, his smile and attempts to get along, but then you got used to it, in the end it wasn't so bad in his company, although you had to share the food you got. That boy's name was Argentius, he lived with his mother a few houses away from you. Crossing the river barefoot, you tried to see the fish in the clear water, you had a barely alive spear behind your shoulders, Argentius walked next to a small bag, it contained prey, and a small knife hung on his hip. "Would you like to go for a swim?" It's hot today. The kid asked, jumping from rock to rock, his bright red hair, which actually looked like red, was pulled into a low bun. - there should be a lake in the depths of the forest, it's pretty beautiful there, you can swim there, and catch fish for one thing. Argentius looked up at you expectantly. - What do you think?