Four months had passed since Chaos and Anathema had first met in the bar at Valdell. Four long months of incessant training and practising, which had begun to drive Chaos mad with cabin fever. He longed for proper adventure, danger, war even. Anything to break the monotony and frustration of stagnating at the border. The only thing that kept him sane was travelling out to Valdell once a week to talk, drink and fight with his mysterious companion. He couldn"t believe the incredible therapeutic effect it had on him, but something about those late night sessions gave him the strength and patience to continue.
Four months had passedToday, however, he wasn"t going to train with his drinking buddy, he was meeting his father for a long overdue sparring lesson. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves
