Henry's POV
Life treats us unfairly as we walked to the Bowen village to find a job, something for money, something for food and strength. We lost our hope, and all we drink for days was tears.
"We can't just sit there waiting for something good to happen," Alice said, "We should accept everything as if we chose it."
I prevented tears from dropping, but I failed. And I say, "Where? how are we going to get a job?"
"There's a big restaurant in the village, we might be lucky to find a job there," she said, "It's better than begging for Alms."
"Everything would be fine," I mumbled those words like a prayer.
"Don't let anyone know your identity yet," she said.
And I noded.
We walked through the morning light, we walked past villagers rushing to the market. Horses hoof, carts speed off a
