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I was a dreamer Out of tune with the world, I had my own adventures. Heroes and squires, princesses in castle, Fire-Breathing Dragons. I started talking to myself, saying my conversations out-loud, it added an extra layer of immersion, made everything more real. The other kids whispered and bickered, huddled up and like a lump of amalgamation as they plotted their dissimulation.They called me a madman, incapable of distinguishing reality to fantasy. They called me a loser, incapable of winning. They called me a dreamer, disjointed from reality. Demeaning tags I accepted willingly. I was a healer I helped my fellow losers. Those broken beyond repair. I was their dumping ground, a trash can for their frustrations. But I knew better, everything I heard from them was one sided and likely misconstrued. Changed in a way that would victimize them. I offered solutions to their problems to no avail, they'd rather stay a victim, stay a loser. In their blindness, they clung to my kindness

4th Okto 1232 "Is everything ready?". "Be patient ,Marius.We must wait for an opportunity". "We need to create our own opportunity". I exclaim, my body filled with fiery revenge. "Don't let your thirst for vengeance blind you, we are going to wait, end of discussion". We part ways, we have no intentions of talking in public for too long as we might be recognized. I walk quickly through the market of Bogor, my thick clothing protecting me from the winter cold. The market was especially quiet this time year, the sound of shoppers bargaining and the smell of fresh food was nothing more than a distant memory. My mind wanders back to Cicero's words. Waiting? Is that really what we should be doing right now? I understand Cicero's concerns. Many have tried to overthrow king Sigal, none were successful and all those who were involved, disappeared along with their families. However, Cicero is a coward, although there