A few days later, Matt had his arm in a sling and his body wrapped in healing gel. The battle with Solas did more to him then he thought. He looked over the Kingdom of Draco as wedding bells rung, Clyde and Rose finally had tied the knot after all these years. The wind blew his cape and the grass around him, and he closed his eyes to breath in the air.
"Shame you were not invited." Aaron said. "I would have figured that you would be right in front. You are the Paladin after all."
Matt opened his eyes. "I was. I just didn't go."
Aaron snorted. "You are truly a strange person." He turned to leave. "I hope you will be ready to answer our call when we call you."
"No."
Aaron stopped. "What?"
"You can take your title of Paladin, your armor and your faith and shove them up your ass. I am not your tool to be used whenever you want." Matt walked away. "Don't ever contact me again."
Aaron glared at Matt. "You will regret that chose." Then he teleported away.
Matt didn't get very far before Tiff caught up to him. "Why weren't there Matt?"
He looked at her. "I just couldn't. I..." He couldn't finish his thought.
Tiff looked down. "You just don't know what to do?" She read his mind. "You still think about how that game of yours is going to happen right?" He nodded. What else could he do? He no longer knew. "You know we could still be together." She sadly said. "There can still be an 'us'."
Matt looked down. "I know. I want there to be an 'us'." He then was quiet for a long time.
Tiffany weakly smiled. "Well, when you think there can be." She took his hand. "I'll be waiting."
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The Paladin
FantasíaPulled from his world, to another, a man must find what his purpose is in life. No matter how big it may be.
