How, in the darkest of nights, can you find a shining light?
How can you kill in wrath and vengeance, only to find love?
How can two great being’s end be the start of a wondrous future?
I saw it, many years ago, and I still remember. Two great warriors, representing the last of their families, a pair of lifelong enemies, united on a cold black night. They stood on the castle wall, lone figures in a sea of flames and blood. They argued, one refusing their mutual end, the other pleading for it. And finally, when hope was all but gone, one of them struck the other dead. A silence fell, thick as the blanket of night around them.
But then, what I can only describe as magic stunned all wordless. In that darkest of nights, a brilliant light shone in the heavens. At that horrible ending, both found new life and new purpose. He who survived, who had not lived but merely existed for decades, found his life again. He who died did not vanish, but became a beacon for all eternity, a fixture in the heavens and the peoples’ hearts, to guide them when needed, for all eternity.
I think now, of those two great beings. Though lost in the annals of time, both stand out as beacons, proof that even on the darkest nights you can find a glorious beacon, and that even the most lost soul can once again find both his path and himself. Most importantly, they stand as proof that the most dire enemies can come together, and forge a friendship that outshines time itself.
Dedicated to the Knight of The Old Code, who found a place, once again, for chivalry; and to Draco, who found his place, not just among, but in the lead of his fellows’ souls.