Harrow sighed as he stared at the paper in front of him.
He knew he had to write this, that it was his own fault that he was in this predicament, but that didn't make it any easier.
Moonshadow Elves were coming for him, send by Xadia for what he had done and while he would fight for his life and knew his guards would do everything to defend him, he knew the chances of him surviving the night were still very slim.
He knew he never should have gone along with Viren's plan.
He never should have killed the dragon king Thunder and especially shouldn't have allowed Viren to destroy the egg, an innocent unborn baby who had done nothing wrong.
He had allowed his anger and grief over his beloved Sarai to cloud his judgement and now he'd be paying the price for it.
Just like many others before him, he'd acted reckless and attacked when it wasn't necessary.
Still, due to the years and years of repeats, many believed it to still be right and proof of strenght, but it wasn't.
Attacking just caused pain to those who were attacked and to those attacking who often didn't make it back when the attacked party defended itself.
He didn't want his sons so make the same mistake as him.
He didn't want them to throw their lives and those of others away to try and take revenge for him again.
His sons were both such sweet boys, full of love and compassion and he wanted them to stay that way.
He suddenly knew what he had to write.
