It was cold.<br/><br/>It was cold and he was crying.<br/><br/><br/>He couldn't remember, there was something... the temple... something had happened, something important.<br/><br/>No, that was silly? There was no temple. Only his father. His father wrapping him up in a basket as the demons tore through the city. Screaming and burning, and his mother in a red pool on the floor, and that smell... OH GOD THAT SMELL.<br/><br/>He remembered the cart. The cart that took him away, as the city burned. He remembered his father crying as he turned his back on little crying baby vernasus and charged towards the horrible, horrible monsters.<br/><br/><br/>And then he remembered Zato. The first face he ever saw as the cart rider knocked on the huge temple doors and ran. He remembered the quiet whispers telling him not to be afraid. He remembered... and he... he remembered never letting himself be afraid again.