Milele Nchi Village's Graveyard [Private]

Leraje walked as he breathed heavily feeling a little nervous and shaken knowing he hasn't been here for so long. "...The fire....." Leraje said in great sadness as he continued on and met a big field with many crosses and stones for grave markers but a few were in bronze metal etched with a sharp tool giving the names of Leraje's family and of his lover. Leraje walked over and knelt down and took out a few clear crystals onto each grave as he sighed in sorrow remembering the time he went back into the village feeling the embers and hearing the dying cry's of the tribe yet it feels distant. "Sister and mother...please forgive me of my actions and my choice in freeing this place with peace. As for my sweet soon to be wife Amanra I know what I have done as I love you with all my heart please stop haunting my dreams of that fateful day. Please..." Leraje said as his heart felt heavy and with great pain his eyes were slowly welling up with tears that he could not wipe away but drop down his face.

After hours of weeping Leraje slowly got up sighing finally getting most of the pain off of him now looking at the graves once more before heading over towards to the very house he used to live in to rest before the battle happened. The night's cold air filled the nostrils of Leraje as he breathed out a warm fog as the moon shined brightly onto him and around the the repaired village his sorrow is felt as a aura could be felt by others but one in particular was watching in the shadows with its silver eyes burning with hate. Leraje continued on to the house as he didn't bother to pay attention to the watcher "I feel a little better....Amanra...please let me rest easy tonight." Leraje thought as he made it to the house going to enter it but a knife was thrown behind him and hit the door right near his head.