The crackling of the logs on the fire seemed to bring back a memory of the past. Sawyer Morlen fights to keep the memory at bay until the sounds of yesterday seem to bring it all racing to the surface. A single tear tries to escape and Sawyer turns his body to the hearth and wipes it away. Resting his arm across the mantel the man surrenders to his mind.
The memory brings to front the image of his sister and her family laughing and preparing for the Winter Solstice festivities. His wife and son merrily interacting with the others he so dearly loves. Then Sawyer leaves for the stable to find his nephew, lost again with the horses that he treasures. A scream and then another, everything is moving so fast now. The man and the boy returning to the home to find all within have been slaughtered at the hands of a man Sawyer has never seen before. A strange feeling washes over him and he finds a sword threw the savage looking man at his feet. A promise to himself to keep the boy from harm.
It was not until years later that Sawyer found out about the man he had killed in his home and the purpose to his actions that day. And the only link to his family had gone after the savages that destroyed his life.
Harrison had decided to go to the training facilities at Holbrook. The boys inquiring mind had never been quelled by the stories of his family’s death. He longed to put a stop to the man behind their deaths. Rumors and whispers abounding around the countryside had opened the young boys eyes to the world around him. Stories of an uprising against the unnerving savages from the Simian Territory, and the promise of war. Harrison wanted to be prepared this time around. Thought just a boy at the time of his family’s death he would not be caught off guard again, staying at the estate of his uncle would not be an option any longer.
Sawyer turned from the fire and paced back and forth, searching for a reason to think of anything else. He walked to the hutch and removed a glass and the bottle of wine reserved for such times. He was sorry for the words with which they had parted, but nothing could undo them now. Only time could tell the result of his anger. Harrison, he knew, would turn out to be a fine soldier.
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