Maintaining that silence, seeing his ally was lost in her own thoughts, the white-clothed knight merely followed Meliadoul, the grass wet and moist beneath his boots. Chancing another look at the stars, he bit back a sigh, the teasing of the last few minutes long forgotten. Nights like these were beautiful, but they always seemed to bring up old regrets within the soul, of past mistakes made and foolish choices. It was on a night like this, the moon full and stars ablaze in the midnight sky, that he made a choice that would color his life from that day forward...