This time, everything was different. Something had gone wrong and the young soldier Avon had fallen down into the black hole of death. The only witness was the young red-head. When she brought the bad news, he first had thought that she had been the one who had killed tho warrior. But when he had seen the true sadness on her face he had known that she was as shocked as he was and that she could never throw a friend down into the abyss.
He looked to the wagon. There was that big bag with Avon's clothes and other possessions. They'd have to burn or bury them, but maybe there was still something inside they could use for the fight against the bl... He had returned to the topic that had stolen his sleep for the last twelve years, since his mother had been killed by the Black Net. Since he had seen how Net agents cut her throat, he was sure he would cut the throat of those who had done that.
He never really cared about those souls who had joined his teams, those who supported him in his fight against the Net. He never cried when one, or two, or hundreds of them died. But now, it was different. They were only six people, five after Avon's death. And he knew and loved everyone like a brother. Just like he had loved Irion, the daughter of the woman who had raised him after the death of his mother. Since that day, Irion had been like a sister for him. But she had been killed by the Black Net as well...
Suddenly he knew what to do. He looked to his temmates, took a deep breath and said with a loud, clear and decisive voice: "Guys, I never allowed someone to leave my team once they joined it. But facing the facts, I have to let you go... It's more: you must go".
He looked to the wagon. There was that big bag with Avon's clothes and other possessions. They'd have to burn or bury them, but maybe there was still something inside they could use for the fight against the bl... He had returned to the topic that had stolen his sleep for the last twelve years, since his mother had been killed by the Black Net. Since he had seen how Net agents cut her throat, he was sure he would cut the throat of those who had done that.
He never really cared about those souls who had joined his teams, those who supported him in his fight against the Net. He never cried when one, or two, or hundreds of them died. But now, it was different. They were only six people, five after Avon's death. And he knew and loved everyone like a brother. Just like he had loved Irion, the daughter of the woman who had raised him after the death of his mother. Since that day, Irion had been like a sister for him. But she had been killed by the Black Net as well...
Suddenly he knew what to do. He looked to his temmates, took a deep breath and said with a loud, clear and decisive voice: "Guys, I never allowed someone to leave my team once they joined it. But facing the facts, I have to let you go... It's more: you must go".
