Goodbyes had never
been my thing: they were too messy; complicated by too many emotions. No, it
was much better to leave like this. For everyone. And it wasn’t like I would be
gone forever. I would return, eventually. And when I did, I would be far more
successful than anyone in this tiny town could ever have imagined for me. I
would no longer be Tristan Terra, the illegitimate cast off of some unknown,
deadbeat Protector. When I returned, I would be President Terra, the ruler
responsible for bringing respect to our Realm for the first time in centuries.
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