A Warrior's Revenge by Guy Stanton III

things stopped me, there wasn’t enough
room for everyone and it was not yet time. May God forgive me for
the lives that were lost, because of my decision and my hope is
that some greater good will come out of the sacrifice of so many of
our people. Embrace the future with faith my son and know that I
always believed in you, if you in return believe faithfully in our
Creator’s ways than nothing will be impossible for you. God bless
you son and may your future be bright, as well as that of our
peoples. Take the rings. Your mother gave me hers to enclose in
this letter just in case something should happen. I hate dying, not
because I’m afraid of death, but that I hate to leave my family and
people in this moment of crisis, but I must trust my Creator that
everything will turn out right in the end. Goodbye son, I love
you.”
    The Loric pulled the two rings off of where
they were tied to the letter by a ribbon. One was big and had an
elaborate design transcribed around a coat of arms of the Ta’lont
family crest. Loric slipped the ring onto his finger. He held the
other ring that sparkled with diamonds, as if unsure what to do
with it.
    Kana seizing the moment bravely stuck her
hand out with her fingers extended hoping that she wouldn’t be
rejected, because that would just hurt too much. Call her crazy and
maybe she was, but she wanted everything the big reserved Hunter
had to offer subconsciously ever since he had hesitated in killing
her.
    Loric slid the ring onto her finger without
hesitation and closed his hand tightly over hers, as he led her
back down the hall the way they had come.
    Ellanara stopped them with her words, “Loric
there’s something else that you should have.”
    The couple turned and watched, as Ellanara
pressed something under a corner of her parent’s burial tomb. A
panel slid out and she pulled a sword of majestic quality from out
of the drawer. Approaching Loric with it, Ellanara laid it across
her hands, as she extended it out to him and he took it as she
said, “Behold my father’s sword. May it shine for you like it did
for him and never let you down in battle.”
    As she said the words the sword came
brilliantly alive with a radiance of shifting colors, even as Loric
gripped a hold of it. Loric studied it relishing the feel of the
sword that already felt as if it was but an extension of his
hand.
    He hadn’t seen it before, but his wandering
fingers found the little piece of rolled up paper tied to the cross
guard of the sword.
    He started to read it briefly, but stopped
looking up curiously at Ellanara. He pulled the paper and its
contents from off the sword and handed them to Ellanara. “I believe
this is for you.” He said.
    Ellanara took the paper and gasped at the
sight of the two ornately scrolled silver rings that slid out of
the paper into her hand. Tears came to her eyes, as she recognized
Talaric’s and Evangelina’s wedding rings. She opened the little
scrolled piece of paper and began to read, “Dear little sister,
these rings are for you. Tadias told me to give them to you. He
said they were very special and I know that they couldn’t have been
any more special to me and Eva than they have been. I hope they
bring you as much happiness as they did us. Oh and here’s something
Tadias told me to tell you along with giving you the rings, ‘Tell
her that they were gifts from an old friend of mine and that it’s
fitting that they should be returned to his people. Even as they
were given in the bond of friendship let them now unite that
friendship, which has been broken so that it might be restored
again even stronger and more lasting than before in a special haven
that only the bearer of these rings can find.’”
    Ellanara folded the paper up as she held the
rings tightly in one palm. She met Loric’s gaze and he said, “I
believe we can go now sister.”
    Smiling tearfully Ellanara responded, “Yes
brother, I believe we can.”
    The three companions left the silent