Heroist
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“Well, that’s it.” Moriner, already dressed for the road and with his belongings neatly packed, sat on the bed, thoughtfully staring at the wall in front of him. Less than a year ago, he, like a young bird, had left his family nest for the first time. And now, confidently spreading his wings, he was setting off on his first hunt. Of course, the comparison to war wasn’t entirely accurate, but it conveyed the essence well – either you make others your prey, or you become prey yourself. And even though his duties didn’t involve direct participation in battles, the student had no doubt that he would face death face to face, one way or another.
“It’s just a pity that I didn’t have time to finish reading the books given to me by the Empress.” Getting up from the bed, Moriner cast a final, farewell glance at his modest room, which had already become like home. The day before, he had received letters from the old servant, his sister, and his brother. He reread the first one with warmth several times, and crumpled the rest and threw them away without opening them.
He thought that he would be as worried and anxious as always about the significant changes in his life, but perhaps the training at the academy had a positive effect, or he had simply grown up a little and become more hardened – so this time, instead of a whole host of heavy thoughts, there was absolute emptiness in his head. Perhaps this feeling of inner emptiness even helped him to gather his strength and firmly set his mind on the chosen path.
For a moment, a heroic picture appeared before Moriner’s eyes: a hot summer day, a city bustling with festive banners, stately young men and women from his class, dressed in parade uniforms and adorned with various orders, marching at the head of a large parade, among whom was he himself. Their eyes reflected confidence, courage, responsibility, and experience.
A good, but unattainable dream. A slight smile appeared on the student’s face. After that, he closed the door of the room and confidently headed towards the unknown.
“It’s just a pity that I didn’t have time to finish reading the books given to me by the Empress.” Getting up from the bed, Moriner cast a final, farewell glance at his modest room, which had already become like home. The day before, he had received letters from the old servant, his sister, and his brother. He reread the first one with warmth several times, and crumpled the rest and threw them away without opening them.
He thought that he would be as worried and anxious as always about the significant changes in his life, but perhaps the training at the academy had a positive effect, or he had simply grown up a little and become more hardened – so this time, instead of a whole host of heavy thoughts, there was absolute emptiness in his head. Perhaps this feeling of inner emptiness even helped him to gather his strength and firmly set his mind on the chosen path.
For a moment, a heroic picture appeared before Moriner’s eyes: a hot summer day, a city bustling with festive banners, stately young men and women from his class, dressed in parade uniforms and adorned with various orders, marching at the head of a large parade, among whom was he himself. Their eyes reflected confidence, courage, responsibility, and experience.
A good, but unattainable dream. A slight smile appeared on the student’s face. After that, he closed the door of the room and confidently headed towards the unknown.
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