Originally written 10:35 PM Friday, September 25th, 2009
[It is dark. I am alone. Everything I have and love has been sent ahead of me. In the morning, I will go Home. I will face the Brother I betrayed, and the Father I abandoned. But for now, I am alone with my fears and my regrets.
Or am I….]
Halt, who goes there? Are you for us or for our adversaries?
Neither, but I lead those who fight for He Who Is.
Who is what? Is for us, or is against us?
[One who looks like a man steps forward out of the shadows, into the starlit clearing. Oddly, he shines as if standing in direct moonlight — though there is no moon. He is tall, well-muscled, moving with an easy grace and supreme confidence. He is dressed like me in a flowing tunic, but somehow on him they look almost regal.]
And who are you, that I should answer your questions?