Residue Of Him

We have been walking for about five minutes on a tiny path, west of the abode where I had been treated.

Actually, I was not sure about the time frame. Diana has been talking non stop since we had embarked on this short journey to meet her parents, in the farmland. That’s where she said we were going to; the farmland. Turns out that this was really a village to the truest form.

I lost track of time, because her stories were quite rich and interesting, containing facts I should know about the village, in case I got accosted by another villager, and got queried because I was a new face. I was even considering changing my name.

From Diana’s tales, the ruler of the village was a queen, whose king had died some ten years ago.

Diana believed the woman was strong and had chosen her as her role model.

Well, I would be the judge of that when I encounter the said woman; not that I was any good judge of character. Adam was proof of that. Evil, yet dwelling in a handsome innocent body.

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