Strong

It's been two days since I left Ecrom. My food and water are running low. No one has come after me, which is good because I didn't want anyone to follow. It's getting dark, and I'm wandering aimlessly, just walking. I've walked so far that I'm now surrounded by towering pine trees, hearing the sounds of owls in the distance.

I needed some time alone, and I think I'm finally getting it. I'm still carrying the sword Hugo gave me. As I glance down at my waist and see it, I begin to draw it from its sheath and examine the blade. I remember the day I received it clearly. It’s the last gift I still have. And it was on the same day he died...

Still holding the sword, I punch a tree, consumed by the memory. I'm filled with such anger! If I had been stronger, I could have killed him... No... That's not who I should be. I need to be strong to help others.

"Hey, Éder. Why are you just standing there?"