Gathered around a fire just after sunset, three of them sat for a time in silence. It wasn’t cold, night rarely was. Fires were best to frighten nearby shades. Blaine was the one that broke the silence.
“Zunery, what do you think of the stars?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Is there a meaning to it all? Were we all destined to fight side by side?”
“Hmm, I haven’t thought about it.”
Blaine goes into a third person monologue, “The hero of legend, and his band of mercenaries.”
“Band of mercenaries?”
“Well, yeah, sure.”
“You are paying most of us to accompany you Zunery,” Trezsarin interjects.
Silence falls again. After a few minutes, Blaine again cuts the silence.
“Why don’t you like your name? Or your fame? You always put it aside like it never happened, like the stories aren‘t true.”
He thought deeply to respond.
“No one else survived that day, Blaine, no one.” The silent awe, and emotional significance left to sink in only shortly
“Your name, it is of the Skein?” not understanding human emotion.
“They,” he paused in his sentence, “the Skein, they found me, they named me. I had a different name, I don’t remember it anymore,” he lied.
Kantar, he thought, no one ever knew that name.
“Is it vengeance you seek?” Trez understood vengeance.
He looked at him squarely in the eyes, but he didn‘t speak. He then looked back at the fire. Even he did not know how he really felt. Silence returned a last time, but Blaine was dozing off. He was comfortably leaning back against a tree. This time he didn’t break it. It was a summer night, warm even without the fire. Eventually all three of them fell asleep around the gentle flicker of light.
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