The odd pair moved through a small grove of trees...the evening sun danced across the bubblings of a small creek..Duece slumped onto a small boulder at the waters edge...he stayed strong as he passed the camp... Always strong for his warriors... But today he was a tired man..his blue eyes strong...the patches of grey seemed to grow with each day...Emma moved to the water...took a bucket from a watering post...filled it with cool blue medicine...medicine for her Lord... She said nothing as he began to speak..his gaze off to the east...a dark sadness to his voice...."Victory again Emma...and more souls lost...over what...some land...a castle... Just a pile of stone... Those creatures did not even have a cause...they fought to simply live to fight again...death the only certainty of there simple lifes....Damn the pride of man...they seek control...they pound there chests...believe they are justified in there stubborn minds...what do they really seek...control is an illusion...in letting others in..in trust is real power...those warriors in my camp...they do not fight for me...they fight that those they love may truely live... Damn this fight...it will go on...and on...and more fields will be soaked with blood... Blood at my hands...i bare that...but i cannot much longer bare the senseless pain....i long to heal...""...his gaze deepened.. He seemed to dream...his eyes set to the east...past Black Mountain... To the only hands that could heal this man...this warrior that longed for peace.
To be cont.