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Kantare

    Everyone waited, and Kantare knew they were waiting for him.  He took a deep breath, set his shoulders, and strode through the doors.  The hall was long, and the great throne seemed a long ways away.  He was walking into manhood; each step he advanced took him farther from his past.  The feeling of responsibility was enormous, thoughts of the defenseless people over the wide spread of earth racing through his mind.  They were counting on him to save them though they knew it not.  Kantare saw Ninwaii grasping her father’s shoulders in a loving embrace.  She looked up and smiled at him; content with life for the first time since she had left he father’s abode.  He saw Glyn at Hronthir’s side looking relaxed, safe, and happy for the first time in her life.  His thoughts also brought him to Lillian so far away in his home of Trinity, and knew that Amstar was counting on him to keep her safe.  These pictures were grafted into his mind, and became the source of his determination.  This was the reason he had received this sword.  This was the reason he was fighting against all hope of success.  This was a noble cause; the will of Yahweh.

                At that moment, as he strode down the marble floor, each step echoing in his head, he solemnly accepted his task.  He had reached his destination; he was no longer a boy, and he was no longer defenseless.  Kantare knew his life’s calling, and he stepped up to greet it with poise.  He was the Last Bearer.