Amir sat atop a hill, watching the sunset all alone.
Or so he wished, but there were always certain existences keeping an eye on him. A certain woman who he hated, but can't take out of his mind.
And there she was, not too far from him, helping her brothers cook some simple dinner. It won't be long before he is called for dinner as well. 'What has become of my life?'
These were his enemies, the ones who were the antithesis of his bloodline. Their father, or master, was a monstrous spirit who had shown Amir how little he was in this wide world while ruining the life of his cousin and killing a few not too long ago.
While he was here, enjoying a peaceful life, waiting for something to happen. Which never did, for he felt the suppression of the mark on his body that shielded him from the tracking techniques. 'I could have changed so much… done so much.'
