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For years on end, we traveled. Not to locations mundane and boring such as the tropical island resorts of South Xylvania or the cold banks of the Insonian ski slopes. We traveled through the battered wastelands of Corlu, dodging the rain storms that plagued the land. We shared tea on the street cafes of Parlie in East Breklanoy, dodging the Geheimpolizei while making sure that we would not, could not, and absolutely will not be caught as Permiteric citizens. We braved the hostile jungles of Akkathnium – as close as one could get to aliens without biological differences! – all the while sharing food and gifts with the native people.

The thrill. She always loved the thrill, and I was along for the ride.

But then, there were the moments where we sat, shoulder to shoulder, in a rickety junk taking us from the Archipelagic Sea to the Far Southeast. There were the moments in the cold south of Sebiros where we tried (and failed!) to share the food. (Honestly speaking, what’s up with those Sebbies?) There were those moments where we stared at each other, back home for just a moment, sharing candlelight dinner in Orlan.

“Am I enough?”

“Of course. Of course you are.” Of course I was.

In the end, it was never, ever, absolutely not enough.

In the end, I was never, ever, absolutely not enough.

So, here I am now, standing on the edge of the Armarian-Sibertarian border, a moment frozen in time, where we said goodbye.

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ABOUT THE HAWKING CHILD

My name is Daniel Hawking.

There are three fractions that make up this persona.

One of which is sealed closed via the physical realm of the world. One of which is unlocked via the medium known as the Internet. One of which is standing tall, watching over the wondrous horizon in front of him.

Of the first, this is the one most who have met me see, the one shunned, the one unappreciated, the one treated as entertainment instead of a colleague, the one shunted off to the side.

Of the second, only a select few have been able to meet. Coherency and truthful thoughts are the hallmarks of those knowing this fraction, as are trust and belief. Most of the dearest friends know of this section.

Of the third...? Revival of the finest order, as the phoenix of a prince rises from his own ashes. The adventurer, a traveler.

Regardless of fates, this is who I am now.

Daniel Hawking. Prince of Aralonia.

One of many.

A representative of Aralonia.

Together, the collective mindset of a nation.

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