The day you were born, every lion on every banner in the land roared your name. You grew up quick and fierce, in your eyes a hunger and flame I had not seen before. But you were just, my child, even as a little boy. I cannot express how I feel, for with all my verbose, words of meaning mostly escape me.
But know this, my boy. I plant this sword here so that one day you, and only you, may take it back. Wrest it from this stone, and with it, wrest our lands from those who have invaded us!
The day you were born, I dreamt of everything I shall leave for you. I must apologize. I can only leave you this sword, and the burden of taking it all back. ┋
✠ Thank you to my wife, Ryanna, for the support! Check her Flickr by clicking on her name!