Chapter 382: Perceptions

The camp of the Last Light Company was loud and lively, almost identical to the time so very long ago I first walked among them. The biggest difference, of course, was the size. Instead of a single company of the army, this was the army. Almost ten thousand strong, the soldiers ranged anywhere from wide-eyed recruits just out of training to experienced veterans old enough to have grandchildren older than I was. Everywhere I looked there were tents and campfires, training grounds, and circles of long-time companions. In a way, it was comforting to see so many simply living their lives with smiles, free of the burdens I carried.