Kron

"I want to have a sword!"

Kron shouts to his father, a blacksmith in the town. His father frowns. His sweats dip in the burning ashes underneath his chin. He is forging a sword, but not for his son. It's for his customer.

"I want a sword, father!". Now, Kron's tone just gets louder. He seems to be in dire need of possessing a sword, and his desperate face substantiates his cause.

"Why would you want a sword, son?" Heathcliff demands an answer from his 19-year-old child, his only child.

"I want to kill that dragon".

when you are not in it, you're just not in it

a lot has happened.
and recently i've been hopelessly reaching something that wasn't in my capacity from the very first place.
from the first try maybe you got some clues of what you should do, but then again you would get the why-did-i-even-try feeling.
i know words are cheap.nevertheless it is only words that i have