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Avoiding his feeling of emptiness seemed easy during the day: there was always something to do, someone to fight or some place to explore, always a distraction to occupy the tarnished’s mind, it seemed easy to banish his thoughts while taking on a new adventure but as the light of the day left its place to the shadows he began to realize how foolish he had been once more, illuding himself that he could outrun his loneliness, his pain, his loss.
The night used to be filled with laughter, with the voice of his father telling stories besides the fire, with the songs of his mother, the villagers uniting to feast… Now they were all gone, Tadeusz was the only one left, alone with this overwhelming silence and a void that he so desperately tried to forget and that would always come back to haunt him as soon as night would fall over him with its melancholic embrace.
He began to make his way back to the safest place he knew, hastily as if trying to outrun his own thoughts - what a fool - he made his step quicker when he saw the light of Grace emanating from the ruins, once he had made it there he sat himself near the source of the light, across the only somewhat friendly face he had found so far.
The merchant looked up at the golden haired boy from across the site of Grace, even sitting down the tarnished still seemed tall as a giant.
“What’s the matter, boy?”
Tadeusz let out a sigh, fighting with the tear that was threatening to slip out of his eye, he summoned a little flame in the palm of his hand and watched it dance, trying to focus on it along with his breathing.
“It’s just… nightfall.”