And was indeed. The full moon mirrored into his eyes as he gazed through the tiny hole on the stone wall.
“Arik”, spoke silently to himself with a bitter smile. “A beloved friend once, a deaf ear now.”
He turned his gaze to his wife as she was sleeping calmly in their bed. Every time he was looking at her, every time he was facing the same fearless twelve years old girl that dared to enter Spiderfeld alone 10 years ago.
“Haelyn! How graceful you are. I am unworthy to deserve such a gift.”
He loved her more than his life, more than any mortal could love. But that was not enough. In his heart something bigger, something beyond human measurement was housed.
He was lucky to share the same roof with his comrade, his friend, his Emperor. At last! After six hundred years the rightful emperor was walking among the Anuireans.
“The Empire!!”
All his life, all his dreams, all his sacrifices. He could not fool himself. Even if Haelyn had grand him two, three or a hundred lives, in all of them he would be a servant of the Empire!
“The Empire!!”
His Mentors taught him right. Chivalry, Protection of the weak, Noble War, and above all Justice! Divine Justice! For so many years these values were fading slowly as the Anuireans were on a continuous decay. Remorseless, powerlust Arc-dukes, Princes and Barons sold their birthright to wealthy merchants in order to replace Haelyn with gold and all at this time the shadow waited for the right moment to strike back. Nowadays the enemy had become more powerful than ever, nourished by decades of human arrogance. He suddenly remembered the foes he faced. He recalled them with awe. A chill come across his spine. He was far from fearless but he was a warrior, a warrior needed by the Emperor. The True Emperor.
-COMMANDER!!!! Come a harsh commanding voice from outside the room....
Stewart’s shout brought him back to reality. He remembered his mission. His eyes were on fire, again! Right then "Eagle" was lying scabbarded in his waist. He had a lot more to do if he wanted to honor his place. A place at the side of the Emperor.
-Dear?! came her sweet voice, filling the room, taking his attention.
-Elsa? Did my captain wake you up? The same old Stewart I guess..! It can’t be helped! I am going to..
-I know my Knight, go and bring us hope!
by G.Kanellopoulos
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