Meet Ragnar The cloaked figure slowly lowered his staff, still staring at the foliage into which the wolves had disappeared. Long moments agonizingly dragged by as the stranger stood still and erect, probably listening for some sign of the wild creatures. Still, he did not even acknowledge the two children of Aria. Kelila glanced to Aelic, silently questioning him. She tilted a head towards the stranger, mouthing the words squires first with a hesitant smile. Aelic rolled his eyes at Kelila, and with a scowl stepped forward, intent on approaching the stranger from the shadows. Before he could move another inch, however, the cloaked face whirled around to face him. The wolves will not return, growled a harsh, graveled voice. Of that much I am certain. Aelic cocked a wary brow. That
Sing the Sorrow.All alone, I play the tune-No one else to get me through-Sing the sorrow, numb the pain,The Music calls me once again.Darkness blinds all will and thought-Reckless is this war you've fought-Blood was shed to free your mind,And reason has been your demise.Now sing the sorrow, numb your pain,For Music calls you once again.The stage was set, the play began-In vain we make our thoughtless plans-We stray far from the holy plot,And go for all or go for naught.Scripts were broken, scars remade,We tried to live, and yet we fade.We sing the sorrow, numb our pain,As Music calls us once again.Now seeing him, I dry my eyes-The sacrifice makes me realize-I may've been gone, but still draw breath,And together we defeat Sir Death.So take my hand, and don't let go-We'll fight a different kind of foe.'Twas here we fell, and here we stand-Through the fire, I understandHe sings the sorrow, heals our pain,And now he calls me once again.