Chapter 109: The Front

Solaria was at war.

It was an easy thing to ignore from the protective barrier of the Forest of Forget-Me-Nots.

A thing so easy to ignore that I felt shame well up inside of me.

I was there, in the middle of the ruins of a village, wearing pants without any tears on them, a shirt with no holes, and a vest from real leather.

And the people… the people were…

"Ok! Gather up, everyone!" I had to do something! There was a little girl, no older than Anne, who was wearing a dress at least five times her size!

The skirt was dragging on the ground, as the child was walking around with a heavy basket.

Moving from a villager to a villager, trying to sell dolls made from straw.

She looked at me. Her eyes still had that light in them that children had.

They were big and brown. She moved towards me.

I could see how her fingers were shifting through the dolls. Those crude things for which she must have begged to get the straw.