When the time came for the new moon to rise in the sky, he was usually the first to feel it. He remembered his boyhood days when he played together with the boys in the village square in the rain. It was all so surreal to him now. There were times when he and Kned, his best friend, would climb the peaks of the Dowen heights in search of mountain goats.
As he sat and reminisced, a tear dropped on his cheeks. He had been sitting on his old oakwood chair that he loved and was taken away by these memories. This had not been the first time though, it had actually been coming to him more frequently in the past month. All the while, the memories came. If there were people around, he would often let out a laugh and convey his past exploits and triumphs to them, which were always met with both em
