A Name Laid To Rest

[Turtleofthewoods 106]

He stood before were it all started, were his story had first began

 

Were the crusaders had first meet and created themselves 

 

But unlike that time, this Time he stood there not to create but to lay to rest. For the time of the crusaders had come to an end, as all things do. 

 

with a steady hand and his mind set he took a blade of aurum and looked upon his reflection in its golden shine, of days long gone, of time spent waiting for his comrades he saw in his aged face, and With but a single slash he cut along his forearm allowing the blood to drip into the ground.

 

 He did not care for the pain, for he had endured more then this, but as the blood flowed he looked unto the sky and spoke” let the name arazi be layed to rest, let the pain and death it has endured be forgotten as it fades in time” and with this he took the very first blade he had ever forged, over 30 years ago, and cast it away into the dirt.

Once he had cast away the name arazi did he tend to his wound