Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sunlight entering the tent awoke Zergiel from his slumber. With a cruel smile, he got to his feet, peering through the window of his blank tent to glare at the red sun. There had been bloodshed, which brought him warm thoughts. For the past week, there had been red suns to awake to, which he found the most beautiful sunrise. He wanted to keep it red every morning. Little happiness could be found for him, but a red sunrise was one event which sparked his softer side.
Once, he had happiness in the arms of his beloved, but those times were long past. He could still remember the sweet scent of lavender in her blonde hair. The memories of her sparkling blue eyes still haunted his dreams, making nightmares. Without her, he was nothing but an empty shell. It took such effort
