Reb: Well, I wrote this when my sister said she could not. I hope you all like it.

I hid forever in the shadows of my past.

My role as a mercenary.

Believing my friend's ideals were just.

After losing my family.

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I believed he'd died at the bottom of the cliff.

Never imagined he survived.

But the grave in his yard was unmistakable.

The woman I loved.

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I knew ever since then.

He was my son.

To keep him from trouble we left early.

Keep him alive.

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Trouble runs in the family.

And he was banished.

Like me, he was in love and followed his heart.

The heart of a warrior.

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I couldn't help but notice our resemblance.

And Noishe recognized me.

Being so scolding was all I could do.

I wanted him to become stronger.

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His ideals reminded me what the world was like.

I remembered how wrong I was.

Llyod, my son, taught me so much in our short time.

If only I'd known he'd survived.

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Raised by a dwarf and befriended by elves,

He had no source of discrimination.

He reminded me of myself so long ago.

So naive and pure.

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Yet I knew our journey would end soon

and I had to keep to my mission.

And I saw the look in his eyes when we fought.

Such betrayal as never experienced before.

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And he continued on his journey.

I knew he needed help.

Help and tricks wound closely together.

I only prepared myself.

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Sometimes I wonder what he thought.

Did he really hate me?

He was so upset when he found out I was his father.

I'm just sorry for what I did.

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I watched over him as best I could.

He was my son, I cared for him.

To make up for all I'd missed..

I'll help him out in the end.

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'To see your dream come true like mine could not.

To see you hope survive.

I saved your friends who defeated the man I considered a friend.

It's all over now.

To help you one last time I pray..

That you'll grow up differently from me..

Like the angel you really are..

And never die before me.'

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He was and is my only son.

I feel the pride of every proud father.

Maybe one day I'll see him again.

Lonely days like this I know..

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In appearance and spirit..

Form and skill..

He is my son.