Ronin My Own Heart 32

High upon this hill of long grass we sit in repose staring off in the distance down upon the valley and village of our youth the sun is setting in the sky and I feel its fading warmth pushing us toward winter pushing me back toward duty and my destiny but my dream is now with you at my side and nothing to want or worry A child runs with purpose against the blowing grasses This child your child your boy left as a gift and testament from his father runs quickly into your welcoming arms winded breathing a familiar innocence out into this undeserving world the weight of my purse has become burdensome as it presses against my sword and side I rip it free from my body this bloodprice bloodmoney I have never had a use for until now Possibly to do good could justify the price it has cost my conscience Freely I pass it over to you As the wind blows between us you know soon I will be gone