It was time I finally confessed to myself that I was lost. I was drawing circles in the sand, convinced that some sort of progress was being made through this unforgivable desert. But each footstep was a lie.
Still, my stubborn feet kept moving.
On the wind, I could hear my father, with his stories of foreign lands and lost treasures. In the heat, I could feel my mother's warm embrace after long journeys from home.
So I pushed on, determined to find them. They would be my greatest discovery.
- Ezreal