End To A Beginning

Anto stood there staring at what was once his home, now it was nothing more then a pile of wood an ash. His family had been inside, they were innocent, his mother, father, his wife, they did not deserve to die, and they did not deserve to be burned with all that they knew.

Why hadn’t he been there, why had he been out on another assignment, why had wasn’t he with them. Even if he couldn’t defend them, at least he could have died with them.

He could tell when he was approaching the crest of the hill that something was not right, the foot prints there were more numerous then normal. As he could see the house smoldering he unsheathed Syheadren, his right hand sword, and began to sprint. His effort was for nothing, the attackers had been swift and there job was finished before he had even received his original orders for the events of the last few hours.

Now standing there with his sword gripped tighter then he would for even the fiercest battle, tears stained his face, he wept for his family, for his wife, he wept knowing it would be long before he could see them again, if he even would reach the afterlife. His whole existence ached form his loss.

He faced two choices, to give chase to those that did this to his family or to carry-on and only mourn them. He stared at the trail that the villains left looked into the setting orange orb that he kind relied on and made a pact to avenge the death of all he loved and the death of a part of him.

He began down the road with only what he had from his previous engagement. He would make contact at the office in the next town, which he would be at by sunrise, if this prediction of the tracks before him were to be true.

He shouldered his pack, secured his two swords, Syheadren and Ky’th, and his bow. He turned, tears burning once again in his eyes swearing to his loves that they would meet again, if by old age or by the hand of the same who abruptly ended their lives.