3. Retreat
Never have I felt so empty. I am nothing but the hunger for vengeance which drives me ever on.
Never forget...
her smile, her laughter, her love of life, her touch, so gentle and kind, a mother's touch. There was never a hurt she could not heal, never a wrong she could not right.
Never forget...
the evil which stole her from us, which took from her all that she was and left behind nothing but a lifeless shell, a mere shadow, a wraith.
Never forget...
why I hunt. Why I never rest. Will I ever be sated? Can this pit ever be filled by the bodies of my enemies?
On and on I ride, my brother by my side. Each hoof beat takes us further from that place we once called home. Will it ever be home again? How can it be when she is not there?
Will I ever be home again? Will I ever be whole again?
I will never forget...
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