Twilight
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This user has no image.“In times of peace, sons bury their fathers. In times of war, fathers bury their sons.”
I am no different than any other parent... Well, I'd like to think I was no different. The truth is, I am different. My wife died giving birth to the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, but that was many, many moons ago. Have I forgotten her? No. I just prefer not to think about her. My boy? He was one hell of a man. We're a poor farming family, you see, so I couldn't give him everything he's ever wanted, but I made due. I gave him his grandfather's sword when he became a teenager, and he never put it down. I buried it with him.
I was told he fought hard and fought bravely. I was told that he did a good thing and that I should be proud. I was just lucky, I suppose. Not many fathers get the body of their fallen sons. I will never be a grandfather, but that's not important now. Nothing matters anymore. The farm will remain in my heart, but it was time I moved on from it.
You see, those bastards took something from me. Something much more than money, something much more than pride. They took all that I had left of my late wife. They took sixteen years of good memories. I'm going to take a lot more than that.
I too was once young and ambitious. I once dabbled in spell-weaving and sorcery, though my wife and son never knew (I gave it up at an early age). Now that war is declared and the enemy has struck home, it's time I picked up my old staff, donned my mage alias, and went to war.
Twilight is back.
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