Leonardo, my dearest friend. I have been away for quite a time now, safe and in high spirit, but prepared for the worst.
The men and women who came across me, who have fed and sheltered me also gave me a warning that this road I have took, is overrun by mercenaries and bandits, and all kinds of people not native to this land. What this could mean?
I dread to guess.
When I first set out from home ten months ago, I did so with a single purpose. To discover what so many did not. To discover the truth behind the lies of this life we're living.
A sanctum full of invaluable wisdom.
So what will I find when I arrive at the end of this road? Who will greet me?
A host of eager foes, as I fear most strongly? Or nothing but the whistling of a cold and lonely wind?
This life has not been a kind home to us for so long that I can't even remember anymore. Can we still claim it for our own? Are we welcome here?
I am weary of this fight, Leonardo. Not because I am tired, but because our struggle seems to move in one direction only. Towards chaos.
Today I have more questions than answers. This is why I have come so far. To find clarity. To find the wisdom left behind by our ancestors, so that I may better understand the purpose of our fight. And my place in it.
Should anything happen to me Leonardo, should my skills fail me, or my ambition lead me astray, do not seek retribution or revenge in my memory, but fight to continue the search for truth, so that all may benefit.
My story is one of many thousands, and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.
©stoic_poet
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