Prologue:
Child Born of Water
The smell of fresh roses was the first thing he knew of his surroundings, he was shot, and he was going to die. The rumbling noises he heard told him that he was in a vehicle… a train. That meant that he was headed for the parliament to die. He was born in fire, and now he was to die in fire. His place in the story was over and he had passed the torch on to Evey, the last legacy he left. She set the train off that meant that she was prepared to finish what he started, she was to heal the burns. For she was born from water.
Slowly the train screeched to stop, all was quiet and he could hear the overture blasting above him. He took short ragged breathes, His end is here, and he got his Viking Funeral.
At last.
