I couldn't do anything about it at that time, and I would've lied if I said I never once wanted to forget those facts and just live my life, but I couldn't just erase those memories from my brain. Or maybe I could, but in the end, I am pretty sure I would never have the courage to do so, and therefore leave all those people alone Knowing I could at least be by their side mentally and help them when I would've accumulated enough power and influence throughout Tryia and even, if I were to get lucky, outside our borders.

Since we closed ourselves out from the world, I guess much as changed, for better or worst but I would like to experience it at least once in my life. When I was young, my father told us about sirens and humans, they both live separately, but they knew about each other's existence, I used to around our village with my sister pretending to be human, and she pretended to be a siren.

We both had learned myth and stories about the king of sirens that had fallen from the good graces of the creator of the universe, Ioas, and that in the process of his fall, he fell in the sea, where he built his own kingdom. His story was a love story, about how he had fallen in love with one of us but got condemned for it. It was a story about forbidden love, that was recited to young children to make them fear and respect the creator of our world. But ever since the current king took over, we couldn't talk about Ioas, because he was suppositively a usurper and a false god, some thought that Dewas was a distant relative of the siren king and the werewolf he fell in love with, and that he was angry at Ioas for condemning his ancestor.

Some thought it wasn't true that Ioas condemned the siren king, and that the passed kings of Tryia only said because they wanted to create a more fearful appearance for the creator as to keep us in check. Others thought Dewas was trying to get rid of anything that could have power over him, and that was why he interdicted any mention of our creator. In my opinion, there was no way someone like Ioas would have condemned one of his own because he would've fallen in love with a werewolf. The Chruch of Tryia sided with Dewas, but I suspect there to be something more to their sudden change of story, because when we where young the preachers of the church were the firsts to tell us his story. They probably wanted to assure our fate in Ioas while we were young and naive, and that is why I find difficult to believe they simply didn't have fate in Ioas anymore.

Some parents still murmured the legends of Ioas when they were alone in their homes, but no one would talk about him openly anymore. All the festivals that used to take place in Estol and in the small villages to celebrate our creator had disappeared as if they had never existed in the first place.

I remember when I was young and that we were still commoners, my sister and I, used to roam around the village in search of the perfect decoration for the Feast of Kreation festival. All the children in the village used to try and find one object that reminded one of their favorite tales of Ioas, to try to commemorate him during the festival. During the day, all the villagers gathered in the middle of the village, named the square and each brought a part of the meal, some who cooked as their day job were able to make elaborate sculptures with meat or even sometimes fruits or vegetables. It was rare though, because they had to travel far to be able to find a forest where there where actually fruits or vegetables that weren't already eaten by wild animals.

It was not common however for werewolves to go and try to fetch anything that didn't necessitate hunting. The aristocrats that live near the village deemed it unnatural for us to do anything other than hunt to gather our food, but what they didn't seem to understand was that there was a something soothing and calming with picking fruits and not having to run and hurt something else to survive. At that point, I didn't know that aristocrats had servants to go and hunt the animals for them, they only had to sit at the table and the said servants just brought whichever animal they wanted to eat.

I also learned many years later, when my family became one of those aristocratic family I had despised, that the servants couldn't eat the same meat as the one they had hunted for their masters, because they were not deemed important enough and that their status wasn't high enough.

The meals served during the first month of the simulation, reminded me home, the village where I grew up. They fed us with meat mostly, sometimes I could guess what it was, but sometimes I wasn't even sure it was meat because of its appearance. They also served vegetables, mostly green ones, I guess they were the most common ones out there. As desert, there was always the same type of fruit in the tray, it had the shape of an apple, but when sliced, a blue ish juice dripped following the lengths of my fingers, after the juice stopped running down my fingers, I could see the red like pearls inside the fruit that reflected the sun. Strangely after eating it everybody seemed to have more energy, that it until the night came, after that everybody seemed to have lost all energy, some of them couldn't even get out of their bed once the slipped into it.

The next morning, before the sun had even risen in the sky, the guards came to wake us up, and made us walk all the way to the training grounds. Nila and I, saw Masov and Reain walking up the path in the opposite direction, followed by a group composed of other male cadet, some of them seemed familiar, but others weren't, as I turned my head, I saw that Nila also looked confused as to who they were.

In the crowd, I noticed the guy that I trained with during the first weeks of the simulation, he looked like he had gained more muscles since the last time, but his composition still looked frail, his skin was pale, almost transparent. If not for the black clothes that he had on his back, I wouldn't have seen him, because of the snow that had started to fall on camp about a week ago. It made everything seem quieter and calmer, when truly, nothing was calm, the camp was still under intense surveillance after the death of Bran. The number of guards had tripled and most of the high generals had deserted, probably to secure themselves away from any form of danger.

The one thing the snow had truly been helpful for, was hiding any evidence of the murderer that roamed the area, it could be anyone, friends, family, or foe.

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