Note: This chapter mentions some really sensitive topics, only read if you're okay with heavy stuff!
'Lantherm's light, it will guide you to safety even in the darkest of night.' Those words by my father still rang in my ears to this day. He used to be a pirate who turned his life around and became a sailing merchant. Sailing the most treacherous parts of the hell's ocean, he sold spices to far-off lands and even taught me how to man the ship. A child of ten years, my eyes were still gleaming with possibilities as plentiful as the stars.
'How…Naive.' Looking back on those memories, I wish my father had never turned from evil. I wish he had been a pirate, a glutton of glory! A man who needs more and more until he strips the very stand-on from under his feet! Had hubris been his downfall, perhaps, I wouldn't have to suffer as much.