He just sits there on his throne lost in sadness of the past. He tires to understand the purpose of all this that has happen. Flashes of memories come back now of a simple time of friends that had your back and the same hopes. Love ones of wife's and daughters gathering around to hear stories. He says in a hopeless voice it is all gone and I can't bring them back. He stands an takes his sword. He than walks out of the great hall. Now for this warrior it is for you to decide what happens. honor or death?
I am called home.
I fall in the snow storm only to look up at good and Evil staring back.
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