13 Years (VI): A Dark Legacy
It's been a rather rough two weeks, especially for my children, but they'll pull through, I trust them enough to do so. Anyway they would be starting school in about a week, apparently during the time when I was in a coma, Kodak had retired, and along with his wife and sisters, had built an academy in honor of his mother and Nisi. It was funny, but true; the Golden Guardian as he's now known had traded his Warhammer for a pen and a classroom, and now on the eve of my departure, heading to war, I had to give something to him. "Asha knew about this didn't she?" I asked him with my arms folded.