In the midst of winter fire burn still.....

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In the midst of the gale winter storm that was passing over the valley.The dark billowing clouds began to grow ever so higher and blacker by the second. With the storms high strong winds swept thru the field below with such force and intensity that i fans the flame. Which had been burning ever so brightly in the darken sky like some ember jewel set in the midst. Of a sea of clear ivory sheet of newly sprinkled sheet layer of snow that draped over the field. Like some regal garment befitting such a virgin queen though in the heart of the ember flames beneath the ebony plum of dark smoke. Lay waste the twisted scar or burnt steel and machine which in its heart was encrusted. The unfortunate remains and forms that once was the man.....


And in the distance far removed from the scene was yet another. All but almost laid bare with what little cloth was on him still was all but tattered and worn down by damage. Lay all but still face down in the snow as force gale wind slowly died down to but a whisper.Making visibility to his location slightly clear if by chance someone should pass.

 

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If anything it was at best a harsh few season given the fact much had happened since his return to the folds of the light. With the Master that brought him back seem all but lost to him yet again after she decided to relinquish her seat. Set off to seem quietly retire off to be with her family being now that she was with child. He figured to respect her wishes and wished not bother her further.

At which case seem even with him having passed their test and gain for himself the rank of Knight things barely changed. For however much, he tried he could never shake the feeling that he still was no less a stranger in a strange land. For however much harder he pressed on there were still other who resisted or at best seem not willing speak of the past. And those few that were seem to somehow inexplicably be lost to him.....such were the case of Master Syn. That for one reason or another dishearten him to a point he figured perhaps the saying was true as he once was told by one the Masters. That perhaps there are things in the past that are best left in the past as was their mysteries that are best left well alone.

So this he did so and instead focus to perhaps redirect himself to create a future for himself instead. Which seems gone a bit better to a certain point of view. Despite the fact, the only few friend he came make sense didn't fare as well either. For even now he couldn't help but feel some guilt in the fact Freyia had gotten hurt badly during their last outing. And Jairdain was as far he found out after his return not too long ago had been captured. Her whereabouts were unknown and no one seems able to make any progress locating her. Then there was the stranger he briefly met during his trip on Illum. One who spoke in what seem him be nothing less than rhyme or riddle but still held some truth. Which set him off to a far different quest than he had before..... searching the archives whenever he could. He did his best to piece together whatever legends or information he could of this Guardian the stranger in Illum spoke off.

Of which lead him away from the temple yet again search out a clue or evidence of their existence. Which at best he found barely a sliver which when he brought to as the assistance or help from the other Master. Had been either dismissed or deem inconclusive. Which frustrated and push him to further explore outside the vast expanse of the universe. Going as far as to sneak beyond the safety of the borders which caught the ire of quite a few of the Master. Given the danger and as one they stated the recklessness of such endeavors. Given the state of things as they were at the time. And yet he persisted going as far to conduct much his time away without their knowledge. Disappear at longer and longer intervals to be off on his own....