Where Anyone is Possible
He shook his head sadly.
"The last my addled mind can recall is fighting for my life against an arch daemon. Then I woke up upon this gentle knoll." He shook his head as if to clear it. "Nothing else besides that."
He nodded wearily, allowing skin to reknit over his bones so that he appeared human again. "I may be safe, but what about my friends who remained behind?"
He tossed aside his robe revealing the glossed blue armor beneath, and retrieved the tome that hung at his side by a heavy chain. "While I may find peace and solace here, my job is yet to be finished, thus rest is not to be mine yet."
Loziras placed the tome on the ground. "It's not my job, but its what I had to do." He took a breath before continuing. "In my world Reapers are guardians of knowledge and life. It is our duty to maintain the balance of the world and between the nations. The arch daemon broke the balance, and it became my duty to dispose of him." He fingered a gold medallion that hung from his neck.
"But that's not why i fight," he whispered.
Tom comes down from the tree. "Why do you fight?"
He looks up in surprise as the new figure approaches.
"I fight to protect that which I hold dear." He tucks the medallion under his surcoat before returning his attention to the newcomer. "You are named Tom are you not?"
Tom folded in his wings."So friends you say? They always can come here." He looks to the sky.