[ TT ] Two people , entwined by fate . Together they embarked the journey of heroes , where through loss and gain they grew wise and powerful . Years later , they are on the opposite sides of war .

''Do you remember, my friend? The days when we would ride together across the plains, into the nothingness of the steppes. I remember the warm sun of those days and the bluest skies a man could ever witness. We rode across those plains as if we were brothers, sharing food, water, tales and friendship, but perhaps that did make us brothers to some extent. We only sought to carve out a tale in the stars for ourselves, but somehow that all led to this. I miss those days, for they were simpler than any days after. 
 
 But, I do not mourn the loss of them. Innocence is only something that can be held by children and the simplicity of life that we enjoyed was also something only children can have. We did our best, did n't we? We served the lords of Amgalam well. We destroyed those who came to destroy us and in return we marched into their lands. We went on and on, smashing those before us, sacking their cities and avenging our losses, until we finally reached the end of it all, of the world. Is that not faithful service? I remember it was in those days that although life was not simple, my heart was pure, as was yours. It was not simple, but it had its joys. Even in death I will love the companions that fought alongside me, even in death I will think proudly of how I served my king, even in death I will love that strange woman from the end of the world that I somehow managed to convince to marry me, and the sons she bore me. 
 
 Only the holiest men can avoid burdening their hearts, sullying their honor. When the line of the ancient kings died, they left us so far from home. Us soldiers, strangers in a strange land. We all took our sides. You wanted to go home, I understood that. I'd made a life here though in these strange lands and I was n't quite ready to go. I could n't bear to watch as it all fell apart. We had died for this realm, for this kingdom, so should our sacrifices have been in vain? Is it not an act of service to your king to ensure his legacy stands? I killed, I destroyed. Was it not for a greater cause? Because, I did it. Twenty years and I kept it all together. Where there were squabbling tribes and warmongering cities, there I created a state. I settled, I built! Yet, when I finally return to the homelands, only blades and spears are there to greet me? You, my friend, cursing my name, leading an army against me? 
 
 Should I have turned back? Perhaps, it could've avoided bloodshed. But all I wanted was to finish my life in the land of my forefathers. That it has led to this, does not make it any less worth it. The last choice of a man is how to die, and perhaps that is the most important choice of all. Here I lie, defeated by my friend, my brother, in my homeland, with little time left. Remember when we defeated the emperors of the east? Or perhaps, remember when you fell in love with my sister and you would n't stop blushing? Do you remember when we would swim in the sea as children to escape the summer heat? Yes, remember those things, instead of the war, the bloodshed. Remember us riding into the sunny steppes with the blue skies. Remember that, my friend, my brother, as I die here. And.. forgive me.'' 
 
 The wind softly blew his soul to the heavens, while a lone man stood vigil over the body.
