A dark night. The three moons loom up high over the plains. A lone shadow stands out against the canopy of the wavering trees, trudging on with heavy footsteps. He stands on the edge of the precipice...his tattered crimson cape flapping in the night wind. Deep in thought, he looks yonder at the path he will be taking soon. Darkness. It was to be expected. He absent-mindedly ran his fingers over the chinks of his armor... battle-weary, one could hardly make out the sword and rose emblazoned across... read more
