I traveled the world, seeing everything it had to offer. I trained with the best of warriors and mages, learning their techniques. I followed the monk's teachings and cherished life dearly and when I had to fight, then I would try my best not to kill them. If it lead to their death, I prepared them a burial ceremony in their honor to allow their spirit to rest. I had gained much knowledge on my journey but a memory kept lingering in my head. A boy known as Phaos. My childhood was hitting me hard but as I have learned, you must walk the path looking forward, not back. So why was it lingering on my head? I had to go back, my soul wouldn't let me go anywhere else. I had vanished from existence from him though, and I doubt I looked like what he remembered. I shrugged and patted my horse to rise. With a grunt it rose, letting me on to ride it. As I ventured to my childhood, a smile appeared on my face; Phaos I was coming back.