I'm quite sure, for a really long way more to go, there'll be this feeling deep down like a little golf ball that brands itself saying i feel for you. I know that pictures and some memories will have to help me through some day. Continuation from "Trip to white castle part 1"

The boy moves on with his journey just to find that many knights are on their way to the white castle too. The boy feels inferior, someone throw him an armour please. With little food, clothing and cold weather, it seems like the boy will never make it, much less win those knights. He has almost forgotten what he started fighting for, he tells himself that he can't hold out forever, it's time to throw away his sword forever and bring his dream back home. But having travelled so far, he takes out the magic photo and look at it once again, thus reigniting the fire in him, never forgetting that his life has been such a whirlwind since he met the princess in the magic photo, so he does his best to go on. Time and time again the boy fights off monsters and armies of knights, turning this journey to be a bloody battle field with constant and sharp pain. He feels like calling in the Airforce to exterminate all threats but this story is set in the early roman years, B.C 999 so it's kinda impossible to get such powerful help. Therefore the boy is on his own, fighting with his rusting sword and bare hands, with the journey looking bleak. The journey continues...


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In case of coincidence, author is filled with utmost regret along with
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