586. Bogatir

Bogatir kneels in prayer in the family Chapel built by one of his forebears 300 years before illuminated by tall white candles his sword on the altar glitters under the dancing flames His prayers are only disturbed by the creaking of his armour as he changes position he doesn't heed the tolling bell as it sounds the hour of midnight He seeks guidance from the hidden ones and forgiveness from his fathers for his failures the towering statues of his ancestors stare down at him in silent accusation His armour is not the only weight on his mind his heart is heavy with sorrow his voice falters as he continues to appeal as memories swirl around him At dawn a hidden voice rings out aloud 'you do not need our guidance leave this place and carry on your life you needn't come back until the end what you seek is within yourself as we will always be with you'