What binds us

Sweat beaded the man's brow as he crested the hill his journey had started so long ago he could hardly remember his real name.

Finally it was nearing its end he was but days away from completing his masters request, nothing brought him more joy than that thought.

He had always known he would succeed after all his master had made him invincible he was a man of renown.

Soon he would reach the border of Alced and could meet his destiny head on.

The entire scene seemed to ripple and distort as Chris came slowly awake.

"Sire" he heard while taking in the familure surroundings of his bed chambers.

"Thank the spirits" Marcus huffed again glaring at Sarata, who stood some ways off with her remaining seventy men.

" what the fuck happened" Chris grunted " I feel like I drank all the wine in Alced"

"You let your sword sing" Sarata said coming closer, he noted the reverence in her voice. " I'm sorry but I had to know you could survive it, events out paced us by leaps and bounds I hope to be forgiven one day. I can only imagine the pain."

"Pain?" Chris asked "what pain?, I remember your men drawing swords and then the dream."