Kinnegarr listened to her reply and his position sunk in even further than before.  True, no matter how much he resented his uncle for not letting him grow, he had been sheltered.  He could go into the woods and do most anything he pleased.  As the harsh reality continued to imbue itself on his mind, he thought if he would ever be able go out and spend a lazy afternoon fishing by a bubbling brook or sit at the side of a meadow at dawn when the sun came up painting the sky with blazing color of orange, purple and blue while he watched a mother and young buck cross to feed.<br/><br/>Yes, those images are fast becoming distant and being clouded by the shadow from his dream last night.  The sight of his aunt and uncle lying on the floor just night before with their life essence draining from them, and his family being run over in the streets which he now knows was a murder.  Yes his life was changing and at a speed unthinkable to any being alive.<br/><br/><strong>“You are right Jira, I am unprepared for what stands before me, but I swear to you that I will do whatever must be done to make up that difference so we can defeat whatever it is that you talk about. Let’s get moving, we are wasting time sitting here.”</strong><br/><br/>He stands and offers his hand to her to help her up.<br/>