Winds come on, daunting A lone past among shadows. I've returned, The Scurge of Spira. A life i knew, extinct for a decade This is my story. A suicidal choice; I accepted. A man to guard, a friend I earned. Battles begot battles, prayers around pyres, the decisive war we chose. We succeed, We pass. The golden coast swirling playfully, it beckons. Blinking memories of the past promise back into focus, Not yet. He must earn his story. Hope you all enjoy!!!
