All life is bound to a simple truth.. That time goes on, that in each person's life begins a tale, a tale that will either end in memory or in legend.
Cold be night, cold be heart; I shall forever sit in dark, Until one day ride at FlightAgainst armies of Thalorion For last fight.
I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.
This is wrong. Out of this world wrong. But then again, so am I.