As the village drew closer, I would become wearier. It was as if my body realized that it could finally rest, that it could finally relax. I would fight it though, but just until I had done enough, then I'd sleep, I'd have a well-deserved rest.
In the meantime, I had to deal with the situation I was thrust into, and thus, I had to deal with the people as well. As we approached the village, they'd swarm, my subjects. I doubted that they knew it was me though, and that was for the best.
I didn't want them to see me in such a condition, such a deplorable state, I wore my struggles on my sleeve, metaphorically speaking of course, as I didn't have any. In fact, most the garments I had left were burnt to a crisp and stained with blood, who's blood, I was unsure.
