The Lament of Sir GwynHis last thoughts had been of his family. He was sure about that. He remembered a city. The sky a maelstrom of colours and sound, vortices and madness. The world was ending and yet he still fought on. Shoulder to shoulder with his fellow men as he repelled wave after wave of godless monstrosities. Chittering mouths and tentacles had reached for him, whispering lies and damnation and yet he still fought on. There were so few of them left now. When it came, the deathblow had come from nowhere. He had felt a shooting pain cut through his right eye like nothing before. He had fallen from his horse then. As his life blood had bled from him he had pleaded for salvation, pleaded for the lives of his family, pleading for life. Pleading to any of the uncaring god's who happened to be listening.As he stared up at the maelstrom, the cries for mercy on his lips, it reached down from the heavens and engulfed him.All was light, all was darkness. Every moment was a second, a lifetime.He awoke in a mossy grove surrounded by fir trees bent and bowed as if submitting to an unseen master. The man rose unsteadily to his feet. Looking down he found himself clad in his armour, though he could not see any of the clasps or straps. The armour appeared to be sealed around him.The man checked his arms and face, convinced that this could not be real. But in that moment his body felt enthused with a life that made everything before pail in comparison.He looked around and saw his horse, drinking from a pool on the other side of the grove. Making his way over to the pool, he rubbed his hand along his horses flank and looked down into the pool. The water rippled as if moved by an unseen wind. The man’s eyes narrowed as he tried to make out his reflection, the figures in the pool seeming to bear no resemblance to him or his horse. As the ripples in the pool began to settle a voice called from across the clearing.“Ser Gwyn!”He turned to see an old man walking across the grove. He walked with a slight limp but he could see even from here there was a kindness in his eyes. He was flanked by two children, a boy and a girl, the boy stocky with long hair, the girl thin and spindly.As the man approached a kindly smile crossed his craggy weathered face.“It appears you have become lost in my garden, come let me show you the way.”See Gwyn frowned slightly.“Your… garden?”The old man laughed then, the sound ringing out across the clearing.“Well I see it as my garden, or at least an extension of it.”The old man gestured around the clearing.“Me and my young charges tend to this place, help it grow. But the woods have become.dangerous lately, the tree’s have grown... restlessThe old man frowned slightly before the smile reappeared in an instance.“But fortune graces us good Ser that you are here. I can help you find your way and you can help protect us from the unquiet woodlands beyond here.”Ser Gwyn frowned, considering the man's offer. He thought of his vows and his duty to protect the serfs of his kingdom.“So be it good man, if you can lead me from this forest I will gladly protect you and your charges.”The old man smiled, though the smile did not seem to reach his eyes.“I will certainly set you on the right path good knight, follow me.”With that the old man and the two children lead Ser Gwyn past the quiet pool and into the forest. Collecting his horse See Gwyn followed the unusual band. As he walked the boy began to sing, his wavering voice discordant against the calm backdrop.Taking a final look around the clearing Ser Gwyn pressed on into the forest.