"I ended up leaving Karamja and setting sail for the mainland, and I sold my services as a soldier to those that I had hated for so long. I was no longer fighting for a cause that I truly believed in, but instead killing enemies that I did not know and laying waste to villages for reasons that were not mine.
"I began to realize that I was no better than those that had invaded my land as a youngster. I was worse, in fact, and it disgusted me. I considered just ending it all, taking my knife and slashing my own throat for what I had done. But as I raised the tip of the blade up to my neck, I could feel something to the west calling out for me, so I followed it.
"For weeks I traveled on foot, not knowing where I was going or why. Eventually I reached what I thought to be my destination, but to my surprise there was nothing there. I was standing in the middle of a dirt road with nothing but trees and grass around me.
"I began to wonder if my journey had been nothing but a waste of time when something very odd happened. Time seemed to fly past me. Before my eyes I saw the lives of thousands upon thousands of men and women begin and end. I saw houses sprout up from the ground, only for them to fall and have new ones appear in their place. I gazed in awe as what seemed like a thousand seasons flew by, spring giving way for autumn, the leaves falling and being covered with snow, and then the bright sun melting the white flakes over and over again.
"And just as I thought my mind could take no more, it ended, and I was standing in the middle of a road covered in a black, almost tar-like substance. Bright lights hanging from poles flashed green, yellow, and red, and all around me were these massive metal carriages that I had never in my life seen before.
"Whatever I was suppose to do, I knew that this was the right place.
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