Hunting wind hawk II
I was having a nice dream where I was heading to school normally, having fun with friends. In my dream I was a normal boy, I didn’t have this hiding skill and the prologue never happened. I was a bright and cheerful boy, the complete opposite of the me now. I was at the center of attention and have a lot of friends. Good at everything and live harmoniously with my family. They say that something you see when you’re sleeping is what you aspire to be. That is why it is called a dream. Did I really want to become someone like that? Or I used to want to become like that but now I have changed because of what I’ve been going through since the prologue. I don’t really care anymore since what’s greeted me when I opened my eyes is a couple of wind hawks that flying back to their nest to get a re
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