Session 12: Nomad's Reflection

Destiny is a fickle thing. Is it ours to control or are we mere puppets of its whim? I've never been sure. Through different lives, different places, different times, I've wondered what mine would be and if I can do anything to change it. I've seen more than almost every mortal I've ever met, yet there's still so much I don't understand. So much I can't comprehend. But now, with what started as a simple assignment from the organization that affords my daughter and I a measure of anonymity turning into four separate conflicts eclipsing the material plane and beyond, destiny is coming. What more can I do but face it as well as I can, whatever fate will be mine by the end?
 
The Lord of Blades, the Life Equation, Nicol Bolas, and Hell's old enemies which I'm realizing may yet be mine again...War is coming. A great war with many sides, some of whom I know cannot be reasoned with or shown mercy. And through it all, Zora's future, the fate of my friends, even the soul of Ushen trapped within the blade...they are what I consider most and seek to safeguard. In this pursuit, there are mutual aspirations satisfied as I seek to retrieve the stone, but not all. With war on the way, I feel obligated to do what's right now more than ever. There are no guarantees as we move into battle. No assurances. Nothing we can control that will see us through any more than our own will and, in my case, Torm's judgement. What time I have left is mine to do with what I will, and I intend to make the most of it. Whether it be tomorrow or years from now, I will do what's right. That much, I can do.
 
I'll not let an innocent soul remain trapped so long as I have strength within me to see him liberated. I've failed as a father, but this man who gave so much all without knowing he had the chance to be one doesn't need to share in my mistakes. Before we leave for the Shadowfell, I would do one good thing. When we depart, I would do more as I look after my allies and protect them in battle. One step at a time, one fight at a time, one day at a time. So I've learned in war to live. Take each moment for what it is, seize upon the chance to do one's duty. To do good. If you survive, do it again in the next moment. Let the moments accumulate until they reach the end. The end of the fight or end of the day. If you're very lucky, the end of the war.
 
Ours is just beginning. The first moment is before me. I'll address the next when it comes.