As if waking from a dream he spoke:
"Were am I?…Prom?..Steel?…Triston?..Earwen?"
Surrounding him. the faces of those he knew well looked on with concern.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the old warrior looked about the familiar halls of Safe Haven.
He began to speak when a flood of memories poured through his thoughts.
The blood of his brothers and sisters on his hands. The violence wrought by his own actions. The memories drove him to his knees, a sob emanates from his lips.
Strong hands grip the old warrior and guide him gently to a chair.
The warriors raises his eyes, a look of profound sadness mars his features.
"Forgive me" he whispers.
Those about him smile. He bows his head in shame, grief overwhelming him.
"You need not ask of what is freely given" he hears someone say. "It was no doing of yours, you must learn to forgive yourself"
Forgive myself he thinks.....ahh but the awful memories. Slowly his thoughts clear and with the clearing of his mind a new emotion stirs within the old warrior......Anger. Anger such as he had never felt in his entire life.
He looked about the room at the smiling faces of his friends...his family.
"Vengeance", he whispers.
He looks from face to face. He sees the acknowledgement in their eyes. He sees the strength in their stance.
The old warrior smiles.... With such as these by his side, he knows they cannot fail.