He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the sky. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax under the warm sunshine but his bones remained chilled and he shivered slightly. He longed for that peace. He longed for the days when his life was nothing more than planting seeds, watching them grow, playing and dreaming of having a family of his own. Life had made him a mercenary but all he ever wanted out of it was a farm. Life was unfair.
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