Is this it? Is this what I will always be destined to endure? To watch those I care about die before my eyes and leave me here, alone, the sole survivor. Sir James, Alfie, my men, the people of Berwich, Edward, Master Sodo and now Master Tawaka. Who is next? Who is left?
My name is 'Kingshield', born of protection for that is the purpose of a shield, to take the blow instead of the person behind it. I was meant to safeguard the realm, my King and my people. I failed.
In nearly every endeavour I have even taken I have failed, moreso since being dragged off the top of that mountain. Looking back, I can understand my failings at the beginning, I was out of shape, out of form, I needed help. But since Master Sodo took me in and guided me, I have tried, I have tried so hard, the best I could and still I have failed. I have lost yet more dear friends and mentors.
Who is next? Who is left? Having written these words earlier I now ponder them. Reflection is perhaps the greatest lesson Master Sodo taught me, I still have Martin and Takuma, my former Stewards, even Ting, a most valued friend, one I made when I was perhaps at my worst. A silver lining after all but one with a deadly edge, as much as those who remain are to be cherished, so too can they become the subject of my failure.
Master Tawaka, a real prick of a wolf, the best swordsman in all the realms save maybe Master Sodo himself, a man of honour, a wolf of battle, my mentor, my friend. I will miss our conversations.