The wind blew ever so gently throughout the hood covering the face of Pagonia Calore. Pagonia's arms rested upon the railing of The Eoldysseus, the upper deck being the most peaceful place to be. Many people were traveling upon the barge today especially those known as Inquisitors. The young swordsman, as stated by a young boy standing only a few feet away, kept his gaze on the forest passing by. Attention was the least on the list of things that Pagonia wanted today. Ever since leaving his the order and declaring himself an enemy of the state, life has become much harder to endure. Pagonia's mind couldn't wrap around the thought of everything that had been lost since he was a child. A deeply saddening course of events. 

"Mommy. I want a sword." A young kid yelled out whilst pointing at Pagonia. 

Pagonia turned his head a bit so that one eye could see the big smile on the child's face, the child's eyes glowing brighter than stars. There was one thing that Pagonia cherished and that was the happiness that children brought. Kids didn't understand the dangers of this world nor could they understand the great burden that people like Pagonia shouldered to save their future from being a dark void. Before he could kneel down and speak to the boy, the mother rushed over to pull him away. He only wondered if he really believed in himself; could he really save this world and bring about a peace needed so the children of tomorrow could live without war? Pagonia's eyes moved back to the green sea created by the trees of the forest and put his thoughts back to what really mattered.