Role

Chapter 12

I am unsure whether it was some deep stain or some broken part of me, but while
I made and kept to my vow to only hunt and slay the cruel, I still managed to
see my nature as being of a dark heart. I hope this is but a reminder to me
that I still have to atone and seek redemption from a higher power.

I had thought to visit the Fortress, or where I thought it was only to find no
Maran or sign of it. Confused I headed east and that's where I saw the young
boy. Frail, crying, his arms outreached, and so I reached down to hug him. In
my mind, it all came rushing back. My brother. The embrace with him. The blade
that came from him.

When I came to the boy was dead in my arms. I've no question it was my hands,
but why? If for this and this alone, I turned to my next steps on the path I
had chosen... redemption.