Heart of Chaos
LIFE MANDATES THAT EVEN the dearest friends must eventually part. A man’s feelings toward someone are always the most absolute and lucid in the hour they meet and again in the hour they part.
Aithein didn’t harbor feelings of ill will in his final moments. He regretted nothing as he looked up at the lokithor. He didn’t feel cheated. He wasn’t angry. Death felt as natural as life. He accepted that the lokithor was doing what it was meant to do, and he was grateful to be with the two brothers he still had. He swore to be with them in life and death, and being able to keep that oath meant the world. He would die like a warrior, protecting what he loved even though he fell short. Perhaps he would return to the world that he dreamt of each night, where he could find the girl wi
