Auther's note: Okay seriously I have a question for all the people who flame stories. Why do you find that fun? I have no problem with constructive criticisim but don't you guys feel guilty insulting people. Also quit telling me to stop writing. That is not going to happen. I find it ammusing when you tell me to quit writing.


As the moments ticked on slowly Sydney became aware of several things. Normally Sydney was a follower. There was only a few times in his life when he had been a leader. At this very point he was a leader. He said a prayer to give him courage as Barsad and another guard carried an unconscious Charles out of the jail cell. Sydney breathed a sigh of relief. Lucie's life would soon be whole again.

When Sydney was in a leadership position he always found himself having to be steady. He sometimes managed to do so just barely. Other times he would let things go. When it came to the well being of the people he loved however he always remained firm. Sydney would not pretend to be perfect but he had been blessed to have his family. That's what Lucie, Charles and the little one was to him.

This was not the first time Sydney had stood in the place of someone he loved. He had many times taken their pain upon himself so they would not have to endure it. He did so gladly. The door opened.
"Evermond?" Sydney's eyes shot to the top of his head. No way was this happening. Percy was standing at the other end of the door but Sydney knew his cousin was not spoke nothing good of the revaluation or the guillotine and was greatly against it.