The very feature of an investigator is clear: choose a subject like any other, take your time to know about it and pick exactly what becomes more interesting for you. After that, you can do it. No matter if you hate, love, detest, fancy the subject. You just can do it.
And I will. Of course I'll do.
I'm doing it for you, mu'alimy. You will be proud of me. Hope my guide let me fly on the wings of war.
By the way, I can barely understand my feelings. I know war, and his consequences nevertheless. Everything that books, news and stories could teach me. And still is in my mind. Not whatever war. That one. The One, in my opinion. The one that confronted the two types of warriors that keep fighting inside my dreams. Crusaders against Caliphs. Crosses against Keys. Meadows against Deserts. Eagles against Falcons.
I am so amazed by them. So, that I call one of my best friends Crusader from Temeria. And he calls me back Salah ed-Dina from Granada.
We love each other as much as we can. But in our souls, we keep up the fight. And we keep dreaming. Dreaming that there's still place in this world for us, for those who imagine and wonder. Dreaming about poetry and love. Love can trespass the barriers of imagination. Or perhaps it can't.
The thing is in our wars there is never a victorious one, neither a defeated one. So we will maintain our 'war' and our 'love' until one falls or until Time makes us both dust.
As it was, as it will ever be.
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