I stop for another rest. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. Or whether or not I’ve been going straight the whole time. But I’m tired. So I must have been making some progress.
I sit down on a large rock. Pull out the map again. Study it some more. Sure, I have a destination. But I don’t know why. Except that at least I know where I’m going. Or trying to go. Instead of just wandering aimlessly. I turn the map over. Nothing on the back. Except creases from being folded. I turn it back again. I don’t even know how close I am to this city. Lanedo. What will I find there? Friends? Enemies? Or will they be neutral?
Wait. What am I thinking? Friends? Enemies? What makes them any different, when I don’t even know who I am? I drop my head into my hands. I hate this, this not knowing anything.
I raise my head. Sitting here moping won’t do me any good. At all. Going anywhere is preferable to that. Even if I don’t know where I’m going.
I stand up. Replace the map in my pocket. Clench my hands. Start walking again.