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Chapter 3

The months passed, Hunsodin in a daze. He would not let
the healers touch his burned and mangled hands. He knew
that he must keep that memory alive.

His dreams were awful. He slept so little that his waking
hours were almost a blur. It was a clear night, he fell asleep
the fire in his room burning smokier than usual. Perhaps it
was the smoke, perhaps it was fate, more likley it was both.

His dream, for the first time since the fire did not shake
him in fear. Instead it was peaceful, almost serene. He
found himself in the Farm. Untouched by flames, his love
walking out of the house toward him.

"Dearest," came her soothing voice, "you have suffered so
much for this.. For something that you could not have hoped
to stop. My Fate was to meet this end, and I met it with
dignity, and honor. Mourn no longer, dearest. We all
meet this fate, it is our journey to it that matters. Take
up my cause dearest, and that of my Father. It is not
my place to share your fate, only to ensure that you
get to it with Honor, and bring a light unto the world
as you do."

"But how can I go on? My family, my birthright, they..."
"But how can I go on? My family, my birthright, they..."
Hunsodin said with a wavering voice.

She raised a hand to him then, placing it on his cheek.

"Dearest. Take youself up, you are your own man now.
come out of this stronger, and ready to trod the path
before you. The hill you climb to your fate will be
steep, you will stumble, but stay true, keep this memory
in your heart. Leave, tonight, be on your way to Voralia.
Find your place in the Guild of Paladins there. Then, when
you feel the tug, make your way to His gardens. There
you can ask more, learn more, become more...."