Ya Rih

Saber yawned before looking back at the sea just as the sun began to rise high and the world began to stir awake.

He envied those who had to wait for it to rise up and look after their daily needs.

Unlike them, he had to leave his abode in the dark hours and set out to sea early so he could get his catch of the day. He would spend hours throwing a net and waiting for fish to get inside before pulling back and sorting through it all to be sold on when day breaks.

He hated his job. It was wet, cold, boring, and taxing. But it was the only thing he learned, his father being a fisherman too, he had no other option available.

His father always told him that he was born for that job, it required patience, for there might be times when you throw a net and pull it empty. And that was what his name, Saber, meant, the patient one who endures.

He wished he was given another name.