THE WARRIOR

“Worn by battles lost, he wanders through unfamiliar wilds.

Stones slide beneath his feet, sending little earthquakes into the abyss below. The winds are harsh and the nights cold. Like alpine trees find the strength to rise through winter’s deepest snows, so he too must root into his reserves.

It is said there is a Temple in these heights whose pillars stand still. Whose lamps have never gone out, lit by the very fires that birthed these mountains long ago, whose underground spring heals all.

Few who seek it will ever find the threshold, for her doors open only to those who give up all but hope. To recieve such a gift, an empty cup is required.”