the end of my story (thank you)
ten long years, i am twenty and five now, scars and tattoos mark each leg of my journey, i would of never known who he really was, he was "the great": as he so often said, although cruel and dark in his art Arthru in his way had cared for me, i tell you the truth i am woman for all of this, a better woman. ever since that fateful day when he came and tore me asunder and my life to the way side and i became his personal healer, his hard and methodical training was to infuse me with the skills that would be vital to survive in this world, now that we have collected the sacred pages life in this land can begin for the first time out under the rule of tyranny and injustice and i stand here at his grave wondering if he would have it any other way, his glorious death on the feild of battle where he was home, i could of saved him but this was his fate and just for that brief moment the storm clouds parted in his eyes and i could see his humanity.