The war was over and hundreds were dead. One lone figure still sat on the battlefield next to a Black Dragon carcass. Everyone knew who it was, no one had the courage to comfort the crying one. There was little they could do in any case. The death of a familiar was a hard thing to take for any master or dear friend. Night turned into day, and the beginning of the burials began.

One lone figure approached the Black Dragon carcass and the now sleeping figure. He dropped to a knee and gently moved the sleeper. She stirred just enough to see who woke her. Fresh tears formed in her eyes when she saw who it was. He got to the other knee and took her into his arms to comfort her. She cried anew onto his shirt, mourning the death of her familiar and dear friend.

Dear, dear Sara, she heard mentally. Do not mourn my death. I served you to my last breath saving your brother Danny. I am truly sorry for viewing him as a traitor when I see now that he has worked against Bara.

She cried herself dry, leaving only bloodshot eyes. She viewed herself as a failure in her attempt to assist her familiar. Yet he had just told her that it was not her fault for his death when he knew he was facing it. Her comfort moved and lifted her face with a hand.

"He knew what he was doing," he said. "Do not fault yourself, my love. Your family is safe thanks to Raven."