Author's note: Just something I wrote in my spare time. This is a sort of sequel to 'Home'. I'm thinking of writing a third one, but you may have to wait a bit.

As for 'Heroism', I am still waiting to hear from my beta reader, but hopefully it will be updated soon.

Anyway, tell me what you think. And thank you to all the people who reviewed 'Home'; it was greatly appreciated.

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A gnarled tree, a burnt out patch of ground and nothing but grey sky as far as the eye could see.

Galahad stared at the desolate land around him, attempting to make sense of what he was seeing - or not seeing, as it appeared.

Was this it? Was this home?

Maybe he was in the wrong place, maybe there was somewhere else with a gnarled tree and a running stream, maybe he'd got it wrong.

But somewhere, deep down, he knew he was right. This was home. This was where he had come from. This was the place he had killed for.

And it was dead.

Sinking to his knees and burying his hands in the soft dirt, Galahad hung his head and wept.