When the order to move comes, the warrior looks at all the friends he has made during the time that he followed the path. He taught some to hear the bells of a drowned temple, he told others stories around the fire.
His heart is sad, but he knows that his sword is sacred and that the warrior of light must obey the orders of the One to whom he offered up his struggle.
Then the warrior thanks his travelling companions, takes a deep breath and contiunes on, laden with memories of an unforgettable journey.
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