Ax sat by the fire, studying his new sword. He read the inscription as he flipped it. "Born in darkness, raised in light." What does that even mean? As he pondered this he dozed off, and encountered a flashback of his previous life... "I'm scared," the boy said. He had every right to be with 3 pounds of C-4 on his back. "You'll be ok. Everything's gonna be ok." I had to reassure him. What else could I do? Tell him he's gonna die? He started to cry. He cried for his life, his friends, someone to hold as I bent down to examine the device. One blue wire extended from a battery to a trigger on his chest. I took out my pliers. "Ok bud. I'm gonna need you to be with me on this okay? I'm gonna count to three. Ready?" The kid nodded. "One, two..." I closed my eyes. One wrong move, one errant twitch, and we both were gone. I took a deep breath and... [b]"GAAAH!"[/b] Ax's dog, Dew, was sitting in front of him with a cautious look on his muzzle. He perked up. Footsteps? But who would be out on such a night? [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]