Role

Chapter 3

What was that dream? It felt so, odd. Standing there watching the Brigade
striking out against the darkness, he felt as... what was it he felt like?
Wasn't he belonging there among them? Had he erred in some way?
Naturally, he pondered on this many a long night, but he kept his thoughts to
himself for now, he did not wish to plant a seed of doubt on his heart and
intentions among all those who stood with him if the latter was true. Always
these if's...
Several weeks later, the dream itself had faded to the back of his mind, but
it hadn't disappeared and kept surfacing on those nights when he lay under the
stars, pondering on his life and ways. Though just as he drifted off to sleep,
one thing was always prominent: His resolve strengthened and with new faith in
himself and those around him, he would one day be there when darkness was finally
expelled from this world and the Light would shine down upon Thera and bathe
the world in it's soothing embrace.
Waking again the following morning. A light breakfast. Peer out over his
surroundings. Grip his blade. And so the hunt for the darkness behins anew.
He might fall, but he would rise to strike again, just like the Phoenix being
reborn from it's ashes.