They say that only time and distance heal a broken heart. I believed this, forever, as it seemed to me then, when leaving Briastle - the city in which I experienced so many sad adventures and experienced the bitterness of unrequited love. There was no smoke or fire left in my soul from the flames of past passions. The long separation helped me forget the grievances and come to terms with the past. At least, these were the words I repeated every night before going to bed, firmly believing in their veracity. And yet... Still, the timid hope did not die that one day everything would change. I defied a too powerful man with my daring escape right from under his nose. And I don't understand what I'm more afraid of: that one day he will find me. Or that he won’t look.