Devotion

On the First Day of Christmas my True Love gave to Me...
A Patridge in a Pear Tree...

He had never given enough thought to what he was doing, ever. His mind was only filled with the immediate battles and the churning of his heart. His feelings for her, although she had slipped away, not for the taking anymore; graciously, he had stepped away, how it pained him!

But the world was in need of him, of his companions, of all those that were strong and true and brave. Good, in the end, had to prevail and for it, he would lay down his arms, his heart and his life. His soul, last fortress of his existence would be laid bare for judgment.

He would not doubt. He would protect them.



For Cecil, our beloved tank and now dispenser of lives.

Aaridys