Well, what will your next move be, Knight?

The creature that stands there is neither big nor small, it is neither strong nor weak, and it is neither magic nor human.

Yet, not balanced. No, not at all. It has the look of a feral dog, more often than not. Taught by mortals, then abandoned by the same mortals to fend for itself. Of course it would be feral.

"I think this time perhaps--"

*

This is a story about choices.

Every choice we make greatly affects each event that might befall us next. Our choices are what define our future - no matter what people say about destiny, all it determines is the end of all ends. The way we all get there can vary.

And so, this is a story of how one small choice, “left or right after the big tree?”, can change ever so much.

It’s also a story about people.

People who are ordinary. People who make mistakes; people who let their logical or illogical minds define them. People who, even when presented with the same choices, walk down different paths. People that are courageous, kind hearted, and generous, who put others before themselves, but are also selfish, afraid, greedy. People who love so passionately and so deeply that they may end the world - or create it anew.

After all, what is a life without those things?