The night falls and darkness beckons



A lone warrior stood by the door of his conclave, watching the last rays of the light falter



Behind him, his loved one lay asleep, oblivious to the world, to the darkness that is coming



The warrior turned and watch his loved one in her slumber. Watching as she heaved up and down with every breathe she takes.



The love of his life. The one who completed his life. In all his years of war, of bloodlust, it was her that opened his eyes to the other things in life.



His heart, hardened like tempered steel, through all the hardships and battles he've been through, were melted just by her mere touch



His soul, renderred an empty shell with all those lives he have taken, was revitalised by her mere presence



His faith, withered to ashes, were relighted by her own candle of faith



The warrior looked down, contemplating what he must do. To protect. To serve. To uphold

But most importantly

To protect his loved one from the darkness


The warrior reluctantly picked up his shield and his sword and walked out to face the darkness.

because the warrior cannot run from what he is


and right now, in order to protect his loved one

he is no longer just a warrior...



He is the Knight Herald





Forfeit the game
before somebody else takes you out of the frame
and puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
you can’t run the race
The pace is too fast
you just won't last
You live what you learn