Lovlun 4, 1646
I was wrong about my son. He was not able to set aside his hatred for his enemy to join sides and work against a common foe. For a day or so, I was proud that he could do so. But now I’m even prouder that he will not compromise his character. Fidel will be Fidel. And I can’t imagine a better child than he has turned out.
Even as an old man, I cannot believe I joined him in his defiance. I am not certain if Fidel’s influence on me is because he brings out the best in those around him, or if I just dislike Lusetar so much that Fidel’s defiance was an excuse for me. Fidel is right, Lusetar has an ulterior motive. Fidel said what I thought.
It’s been four nights since we defected. The battle has faded away. The crickets and birds have returned to our dreams at night. The solace of the road has truly reminded us that a road of isolation isn’t necessarily a road of loneliness. I see the happiness reflected in Fidel’s eyes as we eat by the fire. I see that very happiness reflected in my future daughter every time she glances his way.
What more could a father ask for than peace in their children’s hearts?
-Methvas Aranongo