We found so much pain, that despite our hardened hearts we felt despair, but you, my love, you stood in the face of the Shadow.

I remember you, holding the small crying child, and how beautiful you were, how much hope then rested on your smile.

It was the early summer, already the tide had turned. Soon we would counterattack, and then, we would finish the job, and make sure our children would never cry again in fear.