chapter 31
III. “The attack on my colony when I was a child happened exactly as I told you,” The Guardian says as his eyes glaze over, his voice growing distant yet very clear, “After seeing my father slain in front of me I watched the Crusader responsible look around the room. Not finding my hiding place, he left my house to join the pillaging outside. Horrified by that image and terrified of the waging battle outside my domicile I emerged from the trunk to see the life depart my father’s eyes. As I sat there weeping over his lifeless form, the Crusader responsible returned. ‘He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me kicking and screaming from my home. My hands were restrained and my small childish form was easy for the Crusader to carry. I was strapped to his Valkyrie like a prized catch. He flew
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