Just a few metres away from him a dark-haired boy was sleeping peacefully. A boy every bit as gold-hearted as his mother. The way his eyes had shown when he looked at him reminded him of a love lost forever but a memory cherished till the end of time. Balinor's soul was swelling with pride. He had a son. It probably wasn't too late to get to know him, teach him, learn from him what it means to be human again. Finally in the shadow of Camelot's long desired fall he found the greatest joy in the most unexpected way.