Survive, Alanor, Survive.

[ALANOR]

"You need to wake up sweetheart. You need to get up, NOW!" a voice shouted in Alanor's ears and he sat up faster than he'd ever thought possible. 

He knew that voice anywhere, it was the voice of the woman he loved with all of him, the woman he would go to war for a second time, and a third and he would survive and go to war again for, Kacy Wynter.

"Mama? Am I finally dead?" Alanor asked hopefully. He was tired of living a meaningless life. 

He was tired of holding on and seeking that which he couldn't even get. He had crossed all the kingdoms in search of Unar, and their mother, and even then he hadn't managed to fulfill the promise he made to his brother. 

The promise to find Zuhair. 

He had made that promise, the promise that made him a liar because here and now, after so many years on the road and turning the realms inside out, they were back to where they had all begun. And even then, he had nothing anymore.