Go, my Lord. I shall stay with it...
**He remembered their parting words. He remembered his prayer...**
Varya, man ascended. You once stood, and defended our people. You gave everything. Now, as we see the end on the horizon, I give everything to defend all people. Lord Varya, bless this rite, protect the lands of Velmaneth.
**He remembered the cold. It lifted. Warmth had filled him. The sky became a warm, deep red. He remembered the Path. He saw the world. There, in Pharon Glos, he had seen the Glooms driven out, wolves howling with victory. In Arnad Guarhoth he saw many eyes open in amazement. In Dolen Taleth he saw people fall to their knees in thankful prayer. He had watched a high elf roam the world with impunity, and a ritual team defend an entire city. The domes were expanded, it had worked.**
Watch over them
**Cold. The cold had returned. It came, piece by piece. He watched a shadow poison the earth. He saw people fall. He felt as the Path crumbled. Then, suddenly, it came to an End. Fire. A flash of fire, then dark. And cold.**
**For the first time in months, Katy opened his eyes. Cold. Dark.**
**He sat up, and his head smashed into rock. Trapped? Was this to be his eternity? Had the world ended? Is this all that remains of his Lord: a stone shield around his soul? That's more than a little immodest. It does not become a Knight.**
I am no knight
**He dismissed the idea. For a year, he had been squire to Lenton, Prince of Varya. This was the greatest honour he had known. Until that day in the North. He felt now the touch of their Lord. His arms twisted up over his chest, and he pressed his hands to the stone above him. The bones in his wrists began to grind, his arms burning. Gradually, the stone began to tremble, screech and rise.**
**The thud of the lid striking the floor echoed around this chamber. Cold. Dark. Katy sat up. What was this place? As his eyes adjusted, the room slowly revealed itself. A mausoleum, a tomb.**
Whose tomb am I desecrating?
**He turned around sharply, and strained his eyes to read the text on the headstone.**
**His eyes widened as he continued. Surely, this could not be?**
Squire to Prince Lenton
Loyal Protector, Valorous Saviour
Knight of the Order of Varya
Surely some mistake? Have I been wrenched from time? I gave myself to that ritual, has Varya returned me? Why?
**It doesn't matter why. He had. And Katy would take up the mantle laid upon him through his sacrifice. Clambering from the tomb, he fell. Lenton's old armour may have tarnished, but it still weighed him down. Hastily he removed it.**
A knight cannot wear borrowed armour.
**He set about creating a fire. He would reform the metal to better fit his frame. Some day, Sir Katy would step out from the hall of the dead, and take his place protecting his people once more.**