~Flashback~

The sun was already set down when a young women, helding a child onto her chest  was walking through the streets of Trost. The people knew she wasn't from here so where did she come from? What was her name? Why was she helding a child into her arms? No one, who was walking by, knew. It didn't really look like she had a special purpose to be here. In Trost. At the streets. Behind the walls. In safety. She wasn't dressed as usual in a dress. No, she was wearing shorts and a shirt? Who was that women?  The small child in her arms started to cry out of sudden but the woman didn't even care about it. She just ran through the streets wanting to find a quarter where they can stay over the night. An older lady came up to her and started talking to her. Then they went to a house together, which was old but beautifully built. The younger women seemed to be very angsty about her childs and her security so she held the baby with an even stronger grip than before and her eyes, filled with angst were looking around if someone has followed them. Without looking at her you knew that she was in mortal agony. The womans hair was dull and greasy. Has she worked on a farm or why where her pants dirty and filled with mud? The elder woman just looked outside the door again before she locked it. The anger and fear was still present and crushed every spark of joy. What was this womans secret?

~present again~

The nightfall has already started and the stars began to rise and to light up the sky with their sparse brighting. Everything seemed to sleep and only the shouts of some owls were able to be heard. With almost silent wings they glided through the air to hunt their food for this night. Here and there you were able to see bats flying around. Also the mise were scurring around between the baracs. In the backround you could hear a river rustle and the trees were swaying in the wind. After a while the moon came out from behind a few clouds. All in all it was a beautiful night tonight. But not everyone was sleeping. Only I wasn't able to fell asleep. The thoughts were keeping me awake so I decided to slip out of my bed and look at the stars. And here I was. Just sitting on the roof of the barn and looking at the stars. The horses below me snorted in their sleep while I was just here, helding a letter in my hand. The letter I found before I left my mother and decided to join the trainees. It was quite old yet seemed so new to me. Some tears began to stream down my cheeks and weted the envelope. How would my life went if my father was by my side and never left my mother? Would he have played with me? Would mother and father be married? I don't and will never know. Sadly. I lookep up into the sky and watched an owl flying by. A sigh escaped my lips and I thought to myself, what I would give to be able to fly away and not being trapped inside these walls. In my mind I was already dreaming about flying over the thing called ocean. My mother once told me that the ocean is a huge lake filled with salty water which should taste awful and if I ever want to leave those walls I have to find my father. But I don't know my father. She never told storys about him...