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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I hope he gets his wish. Intriguing six, Elyzabeth. :)
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