“Thane, tell me about Rhyna. Please, pretty please, oh pwease!” A soft sad smile played across my features as I looked down at the young blond four years of age demanding a story. His features reminding me so much of the woman the young one asked to hear of. Ignoring the twinge in my heart, I picked the little lad up and leaned back in the chair. My mind easily drifted back to my younger sister.
“Alright, Jace let me take you back to a time before you were born. A time that was filled with the smell of smoke, blood, and death. Times were, all we knew was war. This won’t be a happy story.” I warned, but it was useless the lad was already enthralled into a tale yet spun.
“Thane, war ended a year ago.” I chuckled nodding in acknowledgment.