A story

Sommicsar lent back against his heals, laying his javelins to one side and his blades against his knees. Peering in to the forest he smiled by his reckoning he had travelled for 30 miles across the undulating training, he had taken a nice lunch with some travellers he had meet on the roads through the forest rallying the small band to see off a couple of wolves, the militia that had been hired to protect the caravan where unskilled and had run at the first sight of trouble Sommicsar made a mental note to see them when he got to town warriors deserting their posts held a special place of dislike in the twisted maze that was his mind. Letting his mind drift to that state that so rejuvenated his body a deep breath and the forest he was in melded with a forest from 3 of the humans years trying to keep up with his older brother and the band of strikers that patrolled their fathers land. Walking in the clearing that housed the temple to Bahamut something was wrong how ever it was silent not even the baying of the Wyvern that were trained in this hidden temple. Dropping the pack and drawing his javelin with the rest of the squad as they split up in to a raged skirmish line and head towards the main steps to the temple the air stank of blood and death. Seeing movement at the top of the steps Sommicsar readied his javelin but recognising the form he sprinted up the steps ignoring the cries of his brother to keep in line catching the slight form of Bethrynna as she lost her balance catching her in his arms he took a single look at the deep wound in her side and knew that she was losing her life, fighting back the tears he saw her lift the heavy blade she was clutching in a death grip raising it to him she wisped a word moving his head closer so that his ears were a breath away from her mouth he heard the word “Honour” taking the blade from her hands he looked in to the temple seeing a beam of bright sun light from the ruined ceiling pick out with an almost radiant glow a mural of Bahamut locked in battle with gods sister. A single tear fell from his eye on to face of his childhood sweetheart before she dedicated her life to the Dragon god. Belting the blade about his waist he picked up his javelin and ran down the steps ignoring the shouts of his brother the last shred of his saintly made he pick up his pack on the way in to the forest and started running from that scene and he had not stopped to this day using the blade he was given to uphold the ideals of the Platinum god. Wakening up from the trance in the forest he stood up sheathed the blade and set off in to the forest to hunt down the next shred of injustice so that he could honour Bethrynna’s memory.