ID: 14001
Orze's Records #2: Touch of Warmth
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Knowledge Category: Orze's Records - Childhood |
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- Description: He gently placed his hand over mine, and the warmth seeped into my frozen fingertips. The warmth melted my defenses, as if my fingers were thawing. It brought back memories I'd long forgotten. The last time I held someone's hand was the day before the war started, on my last day with my mother. That day, she held me tight, promising she'd come back. Grasping his hand was almost instinctive. I clung to it, using the last ounce of strength left in me through the hunger and cold. At that moment, the thought of wanting to live completely filled my mind. As I touched his hand, the cold air within me felt disturbed. He slowly helped me to my feet. Though I was drenched and looked pitiful, he never once grimaced. Instead, a determination shone in his eyes, as if he had always intended to save me from the start. "Will you follow me?" He took a step back and asked again. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what drew me to him. I simply sensed that there was no deceit in his voice. And so, hope sparked within me that he might be someone who would never deceive or abandon me. I finally nodded. On that path, I found my teacher. That moment became the compass of my life. He gave me a path instead of a name. Step by step, I followed him, and that road led me to life, not death. Atoraxxion: Orze Obtained from:  | |
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