(Yet another Fakir)
He doesn't intend to come, but does anyone? He's grown - less a boy, more a young man. He's filled out and become quite handsome, lacking any residual awkwardness of youth. Still more of a dancer's build than a fighter, thin and lithely muscled, but he moves with grace and assurance, and his smiles come a bit easier now.
He's looking down at the paper in his hand - a call to all able-bodied young men for the military, Fakir knows distantly he should have probably already enlisted, but the idea of fighting someone else's war leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
He's not a warrior anymore unless it's desperately needed. The knight was useless and the story has long ended.
Fakir keeps walking, not paying attention to where he's going as he's staring down at the flier, and doesn't know what he's supposed to do.
The flier is in German, and is dated for the summer in 1938.
[Apologies for any historical inaccuracies - the mun is not a history buff, just wanting to play around with an idea.]
He's looking down at the paper in his hand - a call to all able-bodied young men for the military, Fakir knows distantly he should have probably already enlisted, but the idea of fighting someone else's war leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
He's not a warrior anymore unless it's desperately needed. The knight was useless and the story has long ended.
Fakir keeps walking, not paying attention to where he's going as he's staring down at the flier, and doesn't know what he's supposed to do.
The flier is in German, and is dated for the summer in 1938.
[Apologies for any historical inaccuracies - the mun is not a history buff, just wanting to play around with an idea.]