The beginning of the end

[DoS Archive]

Date: 9/21/97 3:04 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Lyonxx

It had taken him longer than usual to arrive at his humble encampment, but he had made
it at last. Living so far from town had its advantages, primary among them solitude.
Tonight would be spent re-playing the events of the past evening, for sleep would not be a
companion to him.


As he entered the perimeter of his camp he started to peel away the layers of his clothing,
leaving a littered trail behind him. His destination was the cool, soft waters of the easy
flowing stream that ran through his camp. When his hands came to the weapon belt, he
hesitated for a moment.


The belt was made to carry his two battle knives. It felt strange that now it held only the
one. With a bit more care shown to this item of apparel than the other pieces, he laid it
down next to his bed roll.


By the time he reached the stream he was stark naked and plunged into the stream. The
cool waters rushed over his body and cleansed his very soul. Stepping from the water he
was re-newed, born again. His time had come and he would embrace it.


He took a position on the small bank and looked heavenward to find the one star which
was his people’s namesake. On this night it outshone all other stars, the one named
K’thom. The brightness of it only confirmed to Lyon that the Gods were pleased with his
decision. Others were not however.


His mind went back to the conversation he had had with her only a few short hours ago.

“Do you know what I see? I see someone that is tired of fighting. I see someone that is
tired of the past he helped creat!” Her fury was barely containable. It broke his heart to
put her through this.


Perphaps her words rang with some measure of truth. It still did not change the fact that
his time had come. But her words did emphasize that he had much to do to set things
right. There was not much time either.


She already knew his feelings for her. That was at least one less item he would have to
attend to. Apologies. There were not many, but enough that weighed his spirit down.
That would be the next priority. To ask forgiveness from past transgressions.


He looked over his “home” and saw there was not much to it. His belongings were
meager even by a beager’s standard. Still, what he did have served him well and he wished
to pass it on. He would make note of the items and to whom he wished them to go to and
give it to Daegarth to see to it.


Yes, he would make things right. Then, and only then, could he proceed down the path
he knew he was honor bound to walk.