So Shan of The So Clan

Moments of quiet places like this happened ever so rarely for So Eun. The abandoned temple where he roused up after being stabbed, the stilled place of the hut they stayed the night at running away from the twin brothers. 

But looking back, when since he had experienced environs of peace like this before? 

The scribbles of iron metal dotted with ink scraped gently against the crass texture of the paper. The occasional sighs and groans of the young man next to him. The habitual calls of the forces of wind sliding by the course of the Estate. Ever since looking back. So Eun tried to copy and follow the guidelines instilled in him like a dog made just to serve. To abide by the world's order of rules, commandments, and people's foolery acts of responsibilities.

While he looked back, he had thought of one thing, standing beneath the flourishing peach blossom tree once again, he had never once lived.