Weeks had passed and Korv assumed his new role within the private army. The men were good and of hearty stock, and the wages were fair. Korv had also been granted plenty of leave time. The post was rather easy.
Almost too easy, to be more accurate.
Korv had been so used to the unending din of battle, that he found he missed it. There had been minor skirmishes, but these did not always satisfy his palate for adventure.
Many days, Korv sat with his morning brew in quiet contemplation, wondering if he would decay and die from the doldrums of such an easy assignment.
One of the few bright spots for Korv had been his training. It was one of the few things that brought him satisfaction during these dark days. If not for that, he likely would have thrown himself on his own sword out of sheer boredom by now.
Korv found that even writing, which had once brought him great joy, now seemed a massive chore. The fulfillment it once gave him was now absent. He struggled to find words and found that strangely, it did not bother him all that much. Perhaps it truly was time to lay this venture to rest once and for all.
Korv recalled the words of a great philosopher who once said “Satisfaction is the death of desire.”
Had Korv lost his desire? Was his drive truly gone? Was this to be his fate? To idly pass his days in charge of a platoon that truly did not need him? To waste his days reminiscing about glorious battles long past?
But deep down, Korv did not feel satisfied. At this point, he often wondered to himself if he was just settling for what fate had handed him. What troubled him more was he did not truly care if he had.
© The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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