The Guardian

Epigraph

So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen. Matthew 20:16

The Warrior awoke with a gasp. The dream was so real that her image lingered in the air before him. She called to him of that he was certain; but who she was, where she was or what her task could be remained ever a mystery. He had seen her in his dreams since he was a child. He knew her face as well as he knew his own.

Silently, the Warrior rose from the bed. There was a bottle of whisky still lodged in his hand from the night before and he set it on the trunk at the foot of the bed. He moved around the small room with stealth, gathering his weapons and few belongings, and left the room without waking his companion. It would be less awkward that way, since he could not recall her name, or perhaps did not know it at all.

He edged out of the house and took to the shadows of the barn, borrowed a stallion with no intention of ever returning it, mounted the horse and tore off into the night. The horse appeared to know where to go, which was advantageous, as he did not have the first idea.