*A man clad in black armor walks around, thinking to himself how so much has changed since his departure. He begins his walk up the cliff side, wondering what shall occur once everyone stirs. He reaches the top, and stands in front of a blade, a great sword, larger then the average man, stands planted in the ground. A piece of cloth wrapped around the handle, flutters in the night breeze. The man then sits against the sword, closes his eyes, and waits once more*