Jallas watched the denizens of the tent, straying his eyes away from the dead or dying. He was always slightly worried when he saw a dead person. What if that person were him? He shuddered. He exited the tent quickly and sat outside on a rock. The Imperial Army was still advancing and Jallas stared at them. He lost his thoughts again, for the thousandth time that day probably, and he thought of his father again. The face he couldn't see, the words he couldn't hear; it made him weep inside that he couldn't remember anything.
He attempted to search even deeper, but some screams from the tent brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back towards the sun, it's brilliant rays blinding him, and then to the tent. He sighed and then mumbled, "This is not gonna end well..."
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Originally Posted by Richard Rahl
"The past can teach us, through experience, how to accomplish things in the future, comfort us with cherished memories, and provide the foundation of what has already been accomplished. But only the future holds life. To live in the past is to embrace what is dead. To live life to its fullest, each day must be created anew. As rational, thinking beings we must use our intellect, not a blind devotion to what has come before, to make rational choices."
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