Chapter XI - Prisoner of Light
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The man turned around. Standing in the doorway of a small, wooden house, an aged old man peered back at him with concern. As morning sunlight bathed the trees around him, the man nodded his head.
"I have to, Grandpa. It's the only way to protect you and the village."
Birds chirped. Morning dew glistened in the light. Gripping his sack, the man returned a sad smile toward the old man. In the shadow of the doorway, the man could hardly make out his features. The old man's voice, however, carried nothing but love, warmth, and concern.
"You've grown so much over these years. I wish your father were around to see you now. He would be so proud of you..."
Words passed through the old man's lips. The man blinked, unable to hear his name.
"You needn't worry about a thing. I may be old, but I can still protect this village. Now, you best get a