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Chapter 5

Sitting on the ground with his back to a log and a crackling campfire to his
side, Rolen watched a fishing line extending out into the placid waters. The
sun was setting and his vision was a mix of colors seen from the fading
sunlight, and muted greys as his elven eyes saw though the darkness coming
from the onset of twilight. This was the longest he had ever spent time
simply relaxing, or trying to relax. It was hard to do so when your instincts
were always wound up and ready to react, seeing enemies behind the bushes,
and hearing covert movements in the leaves, but it has been enough time away
at this point that here next to the fire and fishing simply because it was
enjoyable, he was indeed relaxed, and it opened his mind to be able to just
drift, and think about matters that had long gone unthought.


In previous conversations with Lady Baerinika, he had talked about his family
legacy, and not wanting the family name of Sharnodri to die with him. He'd
recently thought about retiring for good, finding a young elven maiden to
settle down with and start a family, so that the name could be rekindled and
live on, but, the thought didn't feel right at the time, and it didn't feel
any more right as he remembered how to relax now. It felt like his name would
die more in that path, not less. Glancing off to the glade over his shoulder,
he could see several indistinct mounds there, marked with weathered stones.
How had it been so long that he had seen his family buried there, how had so
much time passed of him not being part of a family, one that lived just to
try to keep living and supporting each other. He ran a hand over his fine
clothing as if just remembered he was wearing it, and gripped the steel shaft
of his weapon, Fury of the Phoenix, before drawing one of the heartseeker
daggers and looking at his own reflection in the shining blade. His fathers
eyes, he was told he had them, and his mothers chin. They looked back at him
now even though their graves hardly stood out from the earth around them, it
had been so long. Their legacy, lived on in him, and was sealed, there was no
changing that now, and the strong people that they were was already forgotten
by those who would forget, and would never be forgotten by those who would
not. It wasn't the time now to try to seal the legacy of it the Sharnodri
name, it was time to see to leaving a mark for the Fortress of Light, and the
Spearmaiden, Lady Baerinika.


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