The Slayer sighed...his eyes softening...now a sparkling blue....baby blue...he spoke...a soft comforting tone.... "Yes Emma...the field is ours....but at what cost.."" His eyes moved across the field...a sea of red and dirty steel....creatures moved about...a last desperate effort... A last moment before death...before there memory was swept from the book of life...they turned...this mountain of a man..his arm around this petite child like creature.... She held him steady as they moved...as they moved from the field her gaze stayed ahead.. As he had taught her...always tomorrow...always better days...but she saw...as the small drops smeared the mans bloodied face... As they walked...The Slayer wept for the dead....she swallowed hard and spoke... Summoning all her strength to sound strong....""As you have tought me M'Lord...we fight so that others may live...in peace...we fight for those who cannot...the meak...."" He felt his shoulders rise...his spirit revived...and he thought of his mothers words..the lovely Isabella..."Duece you must not falter...for when evil reigns...panic spreads.. They will look to the crest... And you must be there...if you are not there..what then...All evil requires is for good men to do nothing...and I am always with you my son."
To be cont.
