The frost covers my cloak and the wind bites at my face.
I embarked in the Springtime on this…
Endeavor.
This fool’s errand.
Through treacherous mountains,
Creatures most foul,
And men even more so.
More wounds and scars than I care to count.
Companions came and went.
Most died.
Some by misadventure,
Most by my hand.
Betrayers.
All orchestrated?
There was no sacred shrine.
No healing temple.
No potions, blessed tomes or elixirs.
Why did you lie to me, mage?
Why did you send me on this quest?
I shall find out soon enough.
Soon enough,
I shall be home.
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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