auroradusk

I had come as a stranger in a strange land. A refugee of fate and happenstance. A soul abandoned by those who claim power. A waif left to the all too uncharitable whims of those above my station. Back, all those fleeting moments ago, my destruction seemed in close promise. The scale of destiny had tipped against me and my lot and the balance would cost dearly. But fate ever holds the trump card. Now, in a snow-blown waste, high above the world, I face him. He was both savior and destroyer. Oft, he would cajole me, attempting to bait my baser natures to his cause. We, in our encounters before, exchanged violent words and the cruelest