You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
I was exhausted, i sat on that chair that was close to me and said " my story? I come from very far, I made a long trip alone or I crossed storms and winds. " she looked at my long hair and asked me "why did you come here? what are your motivation? why did you come from so far? " i just said " my father is sick and i'm the only child in this familly, since my mother died early my father was the only one who raised me. i have to do something to help him, i want to cure my father. i need the money for that. " the old hag was impressed with my story while she was patting her cat all this time and responded " are you sure of yourself? the path you are about to take is very hard, especially for someone as skinny as you. you will meet a lot of obstacle, do you really want to? " i simply stand up and replied: " of course I am. I will give anything to save my father "
