James Whittaker

It is man who seizes heaven, man who walks the earth, man who commands men

You will earn your forgiveness in battle.

Blood seeped into the earth to stain it scarlet. The heavens wept fine rain

The bottomless depths of those jet black eyes seemed to swallow his very soul.

Our enemy he may have been, but we are no better than beasts if we neglect our respect for the dead.

It was chance that brought us together. It was fate that pulled us apart.

The rain ceased, and through a cleft in the roiling clouds a shaft of warm light fell upon him, the sun’s benediction upon the hero’s return.