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He lost his home, he lost his only friend, he was cursed to roam the lands alone, to be shunned by society, haunted by memories of what he once had. 

Then his eyes suddenly opened, and everything became clear, he could see all, nothing could hide from his gaze, it seemed like he had been blessed by the heavens, or could it have been a curse?

Navigating a conflict-torn world, filled with deceit and lies, war and honour, he comes to discover what is hidden beneath its surface, secrets hidden under the veil, truths that were never true.

As his journey unfolds, his findings reveal that his newfound eyes carry a much deeper secret, and he soon finds himself entangled in a web of ancient danger beyond his imagination.

Follow the journey of the vagabond, Ivander Rostov Marquez.

{A/N: This is purely a work of fiction and imagination, while there might be some familiar elements related to real life, it is not meant to offend anyone or push any negative agenda and is just meant for entertainment purposes.}

The Vagabond's Gaze

"Why don't you want him to stay uncle? He's not a bad person" The little girl questioned, her grip on Ivan's shirt tightening.

He didn't do anything to me when mummy came. So he's not a bad person."

"I didn't say he's a bad person." Roan responded, trying to keep his frustration in check.

"Then if he isn't a bad person why should he go?" Irene quipped back almost immediately.

Roan's brow twitched at her quick response. He could feel a headache coming up and he used a hand to massage his forehead.

"He's a stranger and I don't trust him, I just don't want him here with us."

"But I don't want him to go." Irene said again, maintaining her childish gaze at Roan, that seemed to plead to him to change his mind. "Please let him stay, uncle."

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