The town was in flames by the time the battle outside was over. The enemy was pushed back to its boarder and the kings met to draw up a new treaty. Captives and loot exchanged among the ranks. Slower over over weeks the vast armies were again returned to their lord's shires. Among these Lords was Gillian Lyons of Wildwood a well know port city.<br/><br/>It was at the end of this great battle that Lyons and his elite forces happened upon this village. It's inhabitants were dead or scattered. Lyons saw his old friend killed in battle and broke from his troups to seek the Lord only child. A male that by now should be in his teens. Lyons was sure of the lad's true age. He was dressed in battle gear, his armor covered in blood and sinew of his foes and fellow soldiers.<br/><br/>He took his time overturning various barrels, an over turned cart. He saw the only building that was not in flames a church. He dismounted and drew his sword. He walked up the steps and opened the door with ease. It was not barred or lock. As he looked around seemed empty. He removed his helm and scanned the pews. He walked down the warn carpeted isle toward the alter. Lyons was slow and guarded of his vulnerability. He saw a figure lying curled up on the center pew. "You there are you hurt?  I mean you no harm."